Woke up with last night’s thunder still hummin’ in my chest,
Dreams full of ghosts I ain’t laid to rest.
I’ve been good, I’ve been gone, I’ve been halfway clean,
But love’s a road that runs between.

You said hearts like mine don’t heal right,
They just crack slow and shine at night.
Maybe that’s fine — maybe that’s art,
Maybe that’s just a gravel heart.

Yeah, it don’t beat smooth,
It don’t break clean,
It’s dust and truth and gasoline.
I’ve been lost, I’ve been torn apart,
But I still love with a gravel heart.

Hands still smell like smoke and steel,
Faith don’t talk, it just helps you heal.
Every scar’s a map, every bruise a prayer,
You can find grace damn near anywhere.

So don’t fix me, baby, I ain’t cracked —
I’m just made of what won’t bend back.
You can leave, but you’ll leave a mark,
That’s the curse of a gravel heart.

Yeah, it don’t beat smooth,
It don’t break clean,
It’s dust and truth and gasoline.
I’ve been lost, I’ve been torn apart,
But I still love with a gravel heart.

Ain’t soft, ain’t numb — just built from the run,
Still hummin’ when the day is done.
All these miles and mistakes, they made me see,
Even broken roads lead somewhere holy.

It don’t beat smooth,
It don’t break clean,
But it still burns bright in the in-between.
You can tear me down, I’ll still restart —
Yeah, I still love with a gravel heart.