wrong turns
Been runnin’ this backroad, gravel flyin’ wild,
Chasin’ down trouble since I was a child.
Whiskey on my breath, smoke in my eyes,
Learned more in the midnight than under blue skies.
Mama tried to warn me, preacher shook his head,
Said, “Boy, them wrong turns gonna kill you dead.”
But here I stand, scarred up and alive,
Countin’ mistakes just to feel that drive.
If it takes three left turns to make one right,
How many wrongs till I see the light?
I’ve been burnin’ bridges, losin’ fights,
But maybe the ashes will spark tonight.
Yeah, I’m learnin’ slow, but I’ll be fine—
How many wrong turns to make it right?
Barstool confessions, neon alibis,
Lovers turned strangers, tears in their eyes.
But every fall taught me how to stand,
Got dirt on my boots and a song in my hand.
Ain’t no straight shot to where I belong,
Had to write my own map with so many wrongs.
Every detour is just another mile,
Carved on my soul in outlaw style.
If it takes three left turns to make one right,
How many wrongs till I see the light?
I’ve been burnin’ bridges, losin’ fights,
But maybe the ashes will spark tonight.
Yeah, I’m learnin’ slow, but I’ll be fine—
How many wrong turns to make it right?
Maybe the dirt road’s the only road home,
Maybe the scars are the seeds I’ve sown.
I’ll keep drivin’ till I see sunrise,
Till every wrong turn finally feels like right.
If it takes three lefts to make one right,
Guess I needed wrongs to find my light.
From busted dreams to sleepless nights,
The broken pieces still shine bright.
Yeah, it’s a long road, but I’ll be fine—
Sometimes the wrongs are what make it right.