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[Verse 1]
Close the door behind, never turn around,
‘Cause every little doubt might shake your ground.
You better run, you better stay tough.
Keep your heart in line, be smart and fast
Step into the unknown, let go of the past
You better run, you better stay tough,
[Chorus]
You better run, Just go ahead
Lose every memory you have
Cause today
Theres no space for yesterday
You better run, no time to cry
You have to run to feel alive
You better run
You better run
You better stay tough
[Verse 2]
Just go ahead and be sure of every step you take,
Relax while you’re running, and sleep awake.
You better run, you better stay tough
Better keep running strong, don’t fall to despair,
The future’s waiting for you out there.
You better run, you better stay tough
[Chorus]
You better run, Just go ahead
Lose every memory you have
Cause today
Theres no space for yesterday
You better run, no time to cry
You have to run to feel alive
You better run
You better run
You better stay tough
[Bridge]
You better run, you better never stop,
don’t you waste a single thought on giving up.
You better run, stay strong and tough,
and become a diamond in the rough.
[Chorus]
You better run, Just go ahead
Lose every memory you have
Cause today
Theres no space for yesterday
You better run, no time to cry
You have to run to feel alive
You better run
You better run
You better stay tough
You better run, Just go ahead
Lose every memory you have
Cause today
Theres no space for yesterday
You better run, no time to cry
You have to run to feel alive
You better run
You better run
You better stay tough
[Verse 1]
It’ll be a map full of places I ain’t gonna see,
If I don’t become who I always wanted to be.
Dreamin’ of dust on my boots, the sun on my back,
I don’t need comfort, I need an untraveled track
[Pre-Chorus]
They said: “Stay where it’s safe, don’t go too far,”
But I was born with a highway heart.
[Chorus]
I’m takin’ the road less traveled,
leave my footprints in the gravel.
Where nobody walked before,
Ain’t gonna wait anymore.
Ain’t runnin’ in circles any longer,
won’t stuck in the past, I don’t belong there,
Can’t wait to see,
What future’s got for me.
[Verse 2]
Every turn’s got a story, every mile’s got a scar,
Every wrong move made me who I am so far.
I don’t need directions, just my heart and the sky,
With the sun as my witness, I’ll kiss fear goodbye.
[Pre-Chorus]
They said, “Stay where it’s safe, don’t go too far,”
But I was born with a highway heart.
[Chorus]
I’m takin’ the road less traveled,
leave my footprints in the gravel.
Where nobody walked before,
Ain’t gonna wait anymore.
Ain’t runnin’ in circles any longer,
Won’t stuck in the past, I don’t belong there,
Can’t wait to see,
What future’s got for me.
[Bridge]
Let ‘em talk, let ‘em doubt, let ‘em say what they will,
I’ll be holding on my dreams, I won’t let ’em be killed.
With the dust in my lungs and the sun in my face,
I’ll keep movin’ on to a brand-new place.
[Chorus]
I’m takin’ the road less traveled,
leave my footprints in the gravel.
Where nobody walked before,
Ain’t gonna wait anymore.
Ain’t runnin’ in circles any longer,
won’t stuck in the past, I don’t belong there,
Can’t wait to see,
What future’s got for me.
[Outro]
No regrets, no what-ifs, no turnin’ around,
But you’ll be in my heart, as I am breaking new ground.
[Verse 1]
Son, I’ve walked a million miles, and made my share of hurting choices
The world’s a maze of borrowed smiles, echoes of so many voices.
But through it all, what I’ve learned, is that the greatest bridge to cross,
Is trusting what you feel inside, in times when you feel lost.
[Chorus]
You gotta listen to your good heart,
it never lies.
it’ll guide you through the mist and dark,
in the deepest nights.
You’ll Always know wrong from right,
you’ve got everything you need inside,
Choose what you feel over what you see,
and you’re dreams become reality.
[Verse 2]
Sometimes truth, she’s cutting deep, but as you keep pushing through
you will see that wounds will heal, and you’ll force luck to work for you
A little hit may take you down, shit happens to the strongest man
but that ain’t do anything to you, as long as you get up again
[Chorus]
You gotta listen to your good heart,
it never lies.
it’ll guide you through the mist and dark,
in the deepest nights.
You’ll Always know wrong from right,
you’ve got everything you need inside,
Choose what you feel over what you see,
and you’re dreams become reality.
[Bridge]
Son, remember what I said, there’s Nothing you can’t do
just believe in Your good heart, as much as I believe in you.
[Chorus]
You gotta listen to your good heart,
it never lies.
it’ll guide you through the mist and dark,
in the deepest nights.
You’ll Always know wrong from right,
you’ve got everything you need inside,
Choose what you feel over what you see,
and you’re dreams become reality.
[Chorus]
You gotta listen to your good heart,
it never lies.
it’ll guide you through the mist and dark,
in the deepest nights.
You’ll Always know wrong from right,
you’ve got everything you need inside,
Choose what you feel over what you see,
and you’re dreams become reality.
I used to believe endurance was the answer to everything. Keep your head down. Be tough. Prove you can carry it. That worked until it did not. I realized I was calling it strength while I was slowly abandoning myself.
You Better Run is not about fear. It is about clarity. That quiet, calm kind that only shows up after you have stayed too long in the wrong room. You feel it before you admit it. The weight in your chest. The way your laugh starts to sound like someone else. The silence that keeps asking the same question.
Do you still belong here?
I tried to bend myself into shapes that would fit the moment. In jobs. In relationships. In rooms where people told me who I should be to make it. Smile more. Soften the edges. Do the safe thing. I kept saying yes because I did not want to disappoint anyone. Then I noticed something small but honest. Every yes that was not mine cost me a little more of myself.
Leaving was not dramatic. It was a series of simple decisions that felt like ripping out roots. I said no to a partnership that looked perfect on paper. I walked away from a stage that did not want the real me. I ended a relationship that needed me to stay smaller than I am. People told me I was reckless. That I was wasting opportunities. That I would regret it. Maybe they needed me to stay so they could stay too.
Here is what I learned. Quitting is not always losing. Sometimes quitting is editing. Artists cut the wrong verses to let the song breathe. Life works the same way. You let go to make room for what is true.
Lose every memory you have Cause today there is no space for yesterday
That line is a wake up call. The past is not the enemy. It is just heavy. You cannot sprint if you drag it with you. You Better Run is momentum. It is the sound of cutting old ties. It is the breath you take once the door closes behind you. It is the beat that keeps you moving when the doubt gets loud.
Running gets a bad reputation. People say you are running away. I disagree. I am running toward myself. Toward the life that fits. Toward the work I can stand behind without apology. That is what this whole album stands for. Created, owned, and controlled by me. No Gatekeepers between my songs and your ears.
If you feel the nudge to go, listen. You already know when a chapter is done. You feel it in your body. You hear it in the way your own voice sounds different when you tell the truth. Ignoring that voice will not make you strong. It will make you stuck. The longer you stay where you do not belong, the harder it is to remember who you are.
Leaving is not about bitterness. It is about space. Space for peace. Space for new work. Space for the right people to find you. And yes, it is scary. There is a stretch where you feel like you are running in the dark. Breathe while you sprint. Sleep awake. Keep your pace. You will find ground under your feet again.
If this resonates, take the song and read the full lyrics with me. Let it score your next decision. Play it when you need to cut one more rope. And feel free to reach out and let me know what you think or feel. In the comments or even in the chat. I would love to hear about it! And I am sure others do, too.
Next, in Chapter two, I’ll be writing about the road that was that ground to my feet.
Comfort never taught me anything worth singing about. The easy streets were always there, well lit and full of polite nods. But the truth is, I never felt alive on those roads. I felt invisible. I felt like I was playing a part someone else wrote for me.
What pulled me forward were the side paths. The ones people pass without seeing. Dirt and gravel. Dust on my boots. Sun on my back. No signs. No guarantees. That does not sound romantic. It is not. It is messy. It is lonely. It is honest. And that is where I learned who I am.
The Road Less Traveled is the sound of that choice. Not the loud rebellion kind. The quiet courage kind. The kind where you say no to the convenient version of your life, and yes to the version that keeps you up at night. The version that scares you a little. The version that asks for real skin in the game.
I have sat in rooms where people tried to shape and change me, who I am, what I stand for, my music into something safer. Maybe they meant well. Maybe they did not. Either way, I felt that little twist in my gut. The one that says, This is not it. That whisper is easy to ignore when the world claps for you. It gets louder when you are alone with yourself. I had to learn to hear it. I had to learn to trust it.
Walking your own road is not a big dramatic movie moment. It is a hundred small choices when nobody is watching. It is showing up again after a bad night. It is saying no when yes would be easier. It is standing up for the song that feels true, even if it is not the one that gets the quickest applause. Sometimes I believed in me. Sometimes I did not. I kept going anyway. The pride that comes from crossing a hard stretch on your own two feet is a kind of fuel nothing else can replace.
I do not hate comfort. If your routine brings you joy, keep it. For me, prepackaged maps felt like warning signs. Detour ahead. And those detours were rough. I hit walls. I lost people. I questioned everything. But the scars became lines in the lyrics. The setbacks became rhythm. The doubt became a drum I learned to play on my way through the storm.
Here is the real risk. It is not failing. It is standing still while your life passes you by. It is waking up one day and realizing you never answered the voice that kept asking for more. Regret is heavier than any bruise. I would rather fall forward than sit safely and wonder who I could have been.
„The Road Less Traveled“ is me choosing myself. It is me saying, I was born with a highway heart. It is me leaving my footprints in the gravel and not waiting anymore.
The next chapter will be about the compass that I could always count on when I felt like I left that road and the world around got too noisy.
Becoming a father changed the way I listen. Not just to music. To life. To that quiet signal under the noise. Before my son, I pushed hard for my own vision. After he was born, I started asking a different question. What will he stand on when the world gets loud. What will carry him when I am not there to pull him back on his feet.
I love all my kids. My first born is my daughter. I love her with my whole heart. My little son who came after Bobby too. They are each their own universe. Still, as a man, there is something specific about watching your first son growing up.
You see yourself in him. You recognize a stance. A look in the eye. A way of holding a feeling. You want to give him the best of what raised you. And you start to remember where you came from.
I think of my father. I had a special bond with him. He is gone now. That loss still sits in my chest. But some moments do not fade. They are burned into me. There is one I keep seeing as Bobby grows. I am his age again. I am looking up at my father as he kneels down and says, “You can achieve anything you want in life. You only have to want it so badly.” That sentence lives in me. It is simple. It is strong. It is a hand on the back when the wind is against you.
That is what I want to pass to my son. Not just advice. A lineage. When you give your child what you loved most from your father, something eternal moves forward. Traits outlast time. Character becomes a bridge. It feels like the soul continues through what we keep alive. Honesty. Courage. A clean heart. Those are the pieces that matter to people. Those are the parts that last.
I do not believe in handing him a perfect plan. Life does not care about plans. It bends them. Breaks them. Laughs at them. What I can give him is a compass that still points north when the sky goes dark. That is why I wrote Good Heart.
I have met every pressure that tells you who to be. Be successful. Be safe. Be liked. I have lived the cost of chasing all that while ignoring the little voice that kept whispering the truth. Every time I walked past that voice, I paid. Sometimes in money. Sometimes in years. Always in pieces of myself.
Good Heart is me talking to my son, and to the kid I used to be. It is a reminder that the world will reward you for fitting in. It will clap for the mask. But the clap fades. The mask cracks. The only thing that holds is the part of you that does not negotiate. The part that says. This is right. This is wrong. This is me.
Choose what you feel over what you see, and your dreams become reality. I wrote that line because I need it just as much as he does. Feelings get a bad reputation. But your gut is a record of everything you have survived. It knows the difference between noise and signal. It knows when a room is wrong even if an offer sounds right. It knows when the easy road is a trap.
It is not a shout. It is a steady voice in the dark. It says. Keep going. Keep clean. Keep honest. When you fall, you get up. When you doubt, you listen closer. When you win, you do not sell your soul to keep the applause.
I do not want my son to live a life without mistakes. I want him to make his own. I want him to stand up with a few scars and still be proud of the person in the mirror. I want him to trust himself in rooms full of opinions. To look gatekeepers in the eye and walk right past them. To build a life created, owned, and controlled by the person he is. Not the person others find convenient.
He will wander. He will trip. He will take wrong turns. That is fine. With a good heart, you can lose time, money, opportunities, even friends who were not really friends. What you do not lose is yourself. And if you do not lose yourself, you can always find your way back.
You have everything you need inside. That is the message. It came from my father.
It runs through me. I am giving it to my son. If it speaks to you, take it with you.
Let it sit in the glove compartment of your life.
Pull it out when the sky goes strange.
I am curious to hear about you thoughts on all of this I created here! 🙂