Lyrics
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Lyrics © 2026 Maris S. I packed my coat and left at dawn The sky was grey, the road was long A button missing, shoes not new My leaving felt long overdue No trumpet sound, no grand parades Just quiet steps on empty streets The whistle hadn't split the sky It gave me time for one goodbye I don't know what lies ahead But I'll be leaving what I dread So here I go with half a plan A borrowed bag and calloused hands No map to guide, no grand design Just stories I’ve been told so many times And if the road gets rough or wild At least I’ve left that life behind A crumpled ticket in my hand A letter I had never sent Some folks said, "Boy, you won't last long" They might be right, they might be wrong I heard of places kind to folks Where my stories are left untold A window seat, a steady breeze A mind at rest, a soul at ease I’m not a man with much to lose But I’ve still got the right to choose So here I go with half a plan A borrowed bag and calloused hands No map to guide, no grand design Just stories I’ve been told so many times And if the road gets rough or wild At least I’ve left that life behind One day I might look back and smile At things I never thought I'd miss For now, I'll just keep moving through A man with less, but something new So here I go with half a plan A borrowed bag and calloused hands No map to guide, no grand design Just stories I’ve been told so many times And if the road gets rough or wild At least I’ve left that life behind Just a man, a coat, a light Enough to get me through the night