Verse
Cobwebs in the attic, old trophies stacked against the wall
Grandfather's pocket watch sitting there like a promise that he'd return at all
The screen door hinges creak like an apology when you open it up and step through
I carry my grandfather's old bicycle down to the corner store for the milk
Not because I'm helping but because the air feels thinner when I ride this far alone
He taught me how to change a tire and fix a broken chain
Said every small town had its own version of the same old story again
A 7-Eleven full of dust and humming neon lights
I buy two ice cream cones and sit on the curb until the stars are right
The clerk knows my name and asks how my grandmother's doing still
He says 'good kid' like he means it every time you come back through the doors
Every memory we share is one I'll keep past the end of my own road
But when I turn around to look at him, I wonder if I've been here before
Pre-Chorus
Maybe I'm only running from the places that I know
But maybe this is what love is supposed to feel like
Maybe every map gets folded up into a single home
The wind keeps carrying me back to the same old place
Chorus
Paper roads and 7-Eleven lights
Every road you drive ends in your hometown tonight
Cigarette smoke at dawn on the curb of Main
This is the only place I'll ever find what's real again
Bicycle and 7-Eleven, a rhythm I've never forgotten
You keep calling me back like I'm the last one left to hold it
Paper roads and 7-Eleven lights
I think maybe I was born right here in this neon tonight
Verse
A girl on the edge of town, holding a map with my name written on it
She says she's heard stories about the boy who came back home
The gas station owner tells her where to look for me now
Says 'be kind' like that's something you can teach just by looking at the floor somehow
I keep riding till I find the gravel shoulder of the road we used to take
She's sitting on the hood of my car with a cup of coffee in her hand and nothing left to say
Just the two of us, parked beside a cornfield that's been there since my grandfather built this place
She says 'look' and points at a sky full of stars
Says 'I think you're home
