[00:13.470]I packed my bags with faded dreams and a fragile, paper heart
[00:20.370]A single match for all the dark, a borrowed map to start
[00:27.090]The harbor waved with silent hands, the familiar grew so small
[00:34.590]The horizon isn’ t gentle, it’ s a silent, waiting wall
[00:41.790]I set my sail to whispers, to a rhythm not yet known
[00:47.820]Chasing a frequency on a radio, static- filled and alone
[00:55.410]The compass spins for poetry, for something truer than a name
[01:01.590]This odyssey I’ m chasing feels like madness, just the same.
[01:11.040]Oh, this is my odyssey, through the starlight and the storm
[01:17.340]A million miles from what’ s called home, to find where I belong
[01:24.360]It’ s the echoes in the canyons, and the silence in the sea
[01:31.050]Every broken piece of wonder staring back at me
[01:38.070]Oh, this winding road of glory, this uncertain, golden dawn
[01:45.360]This is my odyssey, and I’ ll be sailing on.
[02:00.930]I’ ve danced with desert spirits in the mirrors of the heat
[02:06.960]Traded stories with the mountains, laid my sorrows at their feet
[02:14.340]I’ ve tasted tears that taste of salt, and some that taste of wine
[02:20.730]Learned that every ending is a temporary line
[02:28.230]The sirens sang of comfort, of a settled, softer peace
[02:34.380]But a restless tide inside me whispers it will never cease
[02:41.220]So I’ ll gather all these souvenirs of losses and of sights
[02:48.090]They’ re the constellations guiding me through unfamiliar nights.
[02:57.360]Oh, this is my odyssey, through the starlight and the storm
[03:03.660]A million miles from what’ s called home, to find where I belong
[03:10.650]It’ s the echoes in the canyons, and the silence in the sea
[03:17.310]Every broken piece of wonder staring back at me
[03:24.360]Oh, this winding road of glory, this uncertain, golden dawn
[03:31.650]This is my odyssey, and I’ ll be sailing on.
[03:40.170]And maybe the treasure isn’ t buried on some distant coast
[03:52.830]But in the way I see the light, in what I value most
[04:00.300]In the courage of the question, in the stories I have worn
[04:07.200]In the person I’ m becoming, weathered, weary, reborn.
[04:14.040]The destination’ s just a door, the journey is the hall
[04:20.970]I am both the shipwreck and the answer to the call.
[04:27.900]So let the waves be curious, let the unknown sing its song
[04:33.930]My odyssey is endless, and I’ ve always been…
[04:42.750]I’ ve always been…
[04:44.340]Sailing on.
[04:58.080]Oh, sailing on…
[04:58.350]Fading with the final note of a distant, hopeful psalm.

I packed my bags with faded dreams and a fragile, paper heart
A single match for all the dark, a borrowed map to start
The harbor waved with silent hands, the familiar grew so small
The horizon isn’ t gentle, it’ s a silent, waiting wall
I set my sail to whispers, to a rhythm not yet known
Chasing a frequency on a radio, static- filled and alone
The compass spins for poetry, for something truer than a name
This odyssey I’ m chasing feels like madness, just the same.
Oh, this is my odyssey, through the starlight and the storm
A million miles from what’ s called home, to find where I belong
It’ s the echoes in the canyons, and the silence in the sea
Every broken piece of wonder staring back at me
Oh, this winding road of glory, this uncertain, golden dawn
This is my odyssey, and I’ ll be sailing on.
I’ ve danced with desert spirits in the mirrors of the heat
Traded stories with the mountains, laid my sorrows at their feet
I’ ve tasted tears that taste of salt, and some that taste of wine
Learned that every ending is a temporary line
The sirens sang of comfort, of a settled, softer peace
But a restless tide inside me whispers it will never cease
So I’ ll gather all these souvenirs of losses and of sights
They’ re the constellations guiding me through unfamiliar nights.
Oh, this is my odyssey, through the starlight and the storm
A million miles from what’ s called home, to find where I belong
It’ s the echoes in the canyons, and the silence in the sea
Every broken piece of wonder staring back at me
Oh, this winding road of glory, this uncertain, golden dawn
This is my odyssey, and I’ ll be sailing on.
And maybe the treasure isn’ t buried on some distant coast
But in the way I see the light, in what I value most
In the courage of the question, in the stories I have worn
In the person I’ m becoming, weathered, weary, reborn.
The destination’ s just a door, the journey is the hall
I am both the shipwreck and the answer to the call.
So let the waves be curious, let the unknown sing its song
My odyssey is endless, and I’ ve always been…
I’ ve always been…
Sailing on.
Oh, sailing on…
Fading with the final note of a distant, hopeful psalm.