Anew Share If In Town

(Intro) (Verse 1) Dust on my boots, sun in my eyes, Long road bending under painted skies, Town ahead but it ain’t on the map, Not a place you can fence or trap. No sheriff riding through the gate, No badge deciding your fate, Just a wind that calls your name, Soft but steady like a flame. You can wander canyon lands, Chasing gold with empty hands, Still the treasure won’t be found Till you turn your horse around. (Pre-Chorus) Some look high where the eagles fly, Some look far at the horizon line, Few look down in their own chest, Where the outlaw heart can rest. (Chorus) Anew… share if in town, When the sun goes sinking down, When the silence is the sound And your boots don’t touch the ground. Anew… share if in town, When no throne and no crown Can define what you have found In the dust of holy ground. (Verse 2) Kingdom wasn’t built of stone, Wasn’t guarded, wasn’t owned, No saloon and no decree Could sell that territory. It was breath in desert air, Fire in a midnight prayer, Truth that doesn’t draw a gun, Light that rises with the sun. Smallest spark in prairie grass Turns a field to flame so fast, Smallest shift inside a man Changes all the promised land. (Pre-Chorus) Breaking ain’t the end of you, It’s the making of something new, Every crack in hardened ground Lets the hidden river sound. (Chorus) Anew… share if in town, When the night comes rolling down, When the lost is finally found Without a judge or gavel sound. Anew… share if in town, When the outlaw lays it down, Finds the gold was always found In the space that spins around. (Bridge) No banner in the wind, No army marching in, No duel at high noon, Just a stillness under moon. Omahon like desert wind, Moves outside and moves within, Not a brand and not a claim, Just a whisper without name. (Chorus) Anew… share if in town, When the circle comes around, When the echo is profound And the King has no crown. Anew… share if in town, Not above and not below, But within the undertow, Where the silent rivers flow. (Outro) Some will ride and never know, Some will feel it in the flow, Some will hear the distant call Like a trumpet over all. The good news rides with you, Across the red and golden hue, The town was never out there, It was waiting inside you. Anew… share… if in town…