Yeah…
I been floatin’ for a minute now,
Clouds don’t care who you are,
They just pass by.

Another night, another road I don’t know,
Chasin’ peace through the radio glow.
Got a mind full of ghosts, a tank half full,
And a heart that still don’t follow no rules.
Every dream feel close, then it fades again,
Like smoke on the wind, no place to land.
But maybe that’s the plan —
Maybe we ain’t meant to understand.

I got no place to land,
Just driftin’ through the sky I am.
Tryna hold the stars in my hand,
But they fall like sand, fall like sand.
Yeah, I got no place to land,
But I’m good with that, I understand.
Peace ain’t a place, it’s where you stand,
Even when you got no place to land.

Used to want control, now I want calm,
Used to chase love, now I let it belong.
The weight of the world still rides my chest,
But I learned how to breathe, not just guess.
Every failure wrote a map in the dust,
Every loss made a reason to trust.
Ain’t anchored, but I ain’t damned,
Just a wanderin’ soul with an open hand.

I got no place to land,
Just driftin’ through the sky I am.
Tryna hold the stars in my hand,
But they fall like sand, fall like sand.
Yeah, I got no place to land,
But I’m good with that, I understand.
Peace ain’t a place, it’s where you stand,
Even when you got no place to land.

Maybe peace ain’t a destination,
Just a moment between hesitation.
Maybe love ain’t something you chase,
It’s what’s left when you stop the race.

I been countin’ stars instead of scars,
Talkin’ to the night like it’s ours.
Ain’t afraid of the fall, just the standstill,
But even the drift feels real.
So I let go of what I planned,
Trust the sky to guide my hand.
And if I never land again,
That’s alright — I’ll just begin.

I got no place to land,
Just driftin’ through the sky I am.
Tryna hold the stars in my hand,
But they fall like sand, fall like sand.
Yeah, I got no place to land,
But I’m good with that, I understand.
Peace ain’t a place, it’s where you stand,
Even when you got no place to land.

We don’t end, we just fade…
Somewhere between the loss and the made.
No place to land…
and that’s okay.