Lyrics
[Verse 1] I tied a red thread around my wrist For the path that the paper missed Past the cedar bend, past the rusted sign Where the compass needle lost its mind You said, “Take the ridge, don’t wait for proof” So I watched the hawk cut through the blue Every step made a little more room For a braver shape to come into bloom [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need the whole way clear Just one true mark from here [Chorus] I’m learning the language of the open land A line in the dust, a pulse in my hand If I lose the map, I’ll follow the sound Of my own two feet on the higher ground Oh, higher ground I’m not turning around [Verse 2] At the river fork, I chose the stones White as sparks beneath my soles A fox watched once, then slipped away Like it knew I’d find my own way The hill wore gold where the grasses bent And the afternoon came and went I carried no promise I had to keep Just a little wildness I could reap [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need the whole way clear Just one true mark from here [Chorus] I’m learning the language of the open land A line in the dust, a pulse in my hand If I lose the map, I’ll follow the sound Of my own two feet on the higher ground Oh, higher ground I’m not turning around [Bridge] Maybe courage is a quiet thing A small bright thread with a stubborn ring Maybe every doubt I leave behind Turns to a trail when I change my mind [Final Chorus] I’m learning the language of the open land A line in the dust, a pulse in my hand For the first few steps, let the whole world fade Just guitar and breath on the choice I made Now the hillside answers, the wide sky resounds With the kick of the earth and the lift of the sound If I lose the map, I’ll follow the sound Of my own two feet on the higher ground Oh, higher ground I’m not turning around [Outro] One true mark from here One true mark from here
