Yeah…
Somewhere between the promise and the fall,
We found a little mercy after all.

I’ve been ridin’ through the static, tryna find some peace,
Dreams got dents, but I’m still on lease.
Got dirt on my prayers, scars on my name,
But the road still hums when I call out grace.

Every saint I meet got a sinner’s spine,
Every sinner I love got a spark divine.
If heaven’s perfect, I ain’t sure I’d fit —
But I’m halfway there, and I’m fine with it.

Yeah, I used to think I had to earn the light,
Now I just breathe and try to get it right.

We’re halfway to heaven,
Still learnin’ how to fall.
Every wrong turn still gets us there,
If we listen to the call.
Ain’t golden, ain’t clean,
But the view’s still mean.
We’re halfway to heaven,
And that’s good enough for me.

Yeah, I been low, I been blessed, I been broke in stride,
Talked to God through a phone on the passenger side.
Said “the map don’t matter, long as you move true,”
Cuz grace ain’t a place, it’s a point of view.

Every sin I made turned to a song I kept,
Every tear I shed made a seed I wept.
So I plant what’s left, let the past burn slow,
Cuz heaven ain’t above — it’s the peace we grow.

And I still fall, but I land in sound,
Got love in the dirt, got light in the ground.

We’re halfway to heaven,
Still learnin’ how to fall.
Every wrong turn still gets us there,
If we listen to the call.
Ain’t golden, ain’t clean,
But the view’s still mean.
We’re halfway to heaven,
And that’s good enough for me.

Yeah, we ain’t angels, just men with a song,
Tryna right what we got wrong.
If redemption’s real, it ain’t far above,
It’s down here — built in love.

We’re halfway to heaven,
Still learnin’ how to fall.
Every wrong turn still gets us there,
If we listen to the call.
Ain’t golden, ain’t clean,
But the view’s still mean.
We’re halfway to heaven,
And that’s good enough for me.

Yeah…
I don’t need wings, just the wind.
Halfway’s still home, if you let it in.