Someone's Hands

[Verse 1]
I kept a list of where I thought I’d be
A checked-off life, a quiet kind of peace
But every road bent somewhere I hadn’t planned
And left a little more of me in someone’s hands

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe the answer isn’t waiting at the end
Maybe it’s the names we learn, the ways we bend

[Chorus]
Is it feeling full, or reaching for the feeling?
Is the open road the part that makes it real?
All the miles, the meals, the rooms we’ve shared
Turn to stories someone carries when we’re not there

[Verse 2]
Your laugh in that old kitchen, rain against the pane
The ride back home when nobody explained
I thought I’d lose those hours to the passing years
Now they’re what I keep, and what I leave right here

[Bridge]
If I never find the perfect place to land
Let the journey leave a mark in someone’s hands

[Final Chorus]
Is it feeling full, or reaching for the feeling?
Is the open road the part that makes it real?
All the miles, the meals, the rooms we’ve shared
Turn to stories someone carries when we’re not there

[Outro]
Maybe seeking was the life we had to give
Maybe in each other, we keep living