Past The Memory

Verse

He was carved from dust and seawind,

Raised where the storms don’t break or bend.

He’d dive beneath the waves like a whisper,

Let the deep pull him down again.

No fear ever followed his footsteps,

No doubt ever cooled his flame—

Said the darkness under the water

Feels safer than the world he came.

Chorus

So he’s drivin’ far past the memory,

Where the blacktop dies in clay.

With a heartbeat loud as thunder

And a soul that won’t obey.

Let the snakes rise up to greet him,

Let the crocodiles guard his sleep—

He wants a land with no more voices,

Where a fearless man can finally breathe.

Verse

He fished where the river ran silent,

Dove where the daylight couldn’t fall.

Found truth in the hush of the ocean,

Where the shadows answer the call.

He’s been racin’ death since childhood,

Burnin’ tracks on a two-lane road—

Never asked this world for mercy,

Just the freedom not to be controlled.

Verse

He’s tired of the noise and anger,

Of cities that never dim their lights.

He wants the hymn of buzzing insects,

Moonlit water cutting through the night.

He’ll trade the weight of every burden

For the tremble of a distant storm,

Where the wild keeps a man honest

And the heat keeps a man warm.

Verse

They’ll say he vanished at sundown,

Left nothing but dust on the trail.

But he’s out there learning the language

Of creatures men fear to unveil.

Sits by the river at sunrise,

Bare feet sunk deep in the shore—

And the crocs blink slow beside him,

Like they’ve known his soul before.

Chorus

Now he’s drivin’ far past the memory,

Where the blacktop dies in clay.

With a heartbeat forged in wildfire

And a spirit built to stray.

Let the snakes rise up to greet him,

Let the crocodiles guard his sleep—

He’s found a land with no more voices,

Where a fearless man can finally breathe.