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[Verse 1] You drew a map on the back of a train ticket Three blue lines where the old rails split Said, “Every border is a story we inherited” Then folded the paper and pocketed it I watched the conductor call out the stations Names worn thin by a century of rain You smiled like someone changing the subject To keep a secret from becoming a chain [Pre-Chorus] No need to tell me where you’re going I can hear it in the way you move Some doors open without a warning Some truths arrive with nothing to prove [Chorus] Take the long way through the atlas Leave the compass on the shelf If the world keeps asking who you are Let it meet you as yourself And if the border lights are fading If the signal cuts to blue I’ll be somewhere past the last marked mile Making room for something new [Verse 2] There’s a museum under the river With a bell that still remembers war Divers found it beneath the silt line No one knows what it was ringing for You said, “Maybe lost things keep their purpose Even after the hands let go” Then you traced the dust around the exhibit Like a language only ruins know [Pre-Chorus] No need to tell me where you’re going I can hear it in the way you move Some doors open without a warning Some truths arrive with nothing to prove [Chorus] Take the long way through the atlas Leave the compass on the shelf If the world keeps asking who you are Let it meet you as yourself And if the border lights are fading If the signal cuts to blue I’ll be somewhere past the last marked mile Making room for something new [Bridge] Maybe we are not a destination Maybe we are weather over stone A shape revealed by years of pressure A frequency finding its own tone So let the old coordinates scatter Let the ink run past the edge There are miles we cannot measure There are promises we never said [Final Chorus] Take the long way through the atlas Leave the compass on the shelf If the world keeps asking who you are Let it meet you as yourself And if the border lights are fading If the signal cuts to blue I’ll be somewhere past the last marked mile Making room for something new [Outro] Past the last marked mile Past the last marked mile No fixed line can hold you No fixed line can hold you
