Dust & Current

[Verse 1]
I let the city swallow maps whole, like a river takes the sand.
Each turning corner, unwritten chapter, held within my hand.
The tired strata of control, a mirage I left behind,
Now the sky above, an open plain, where only wonder comes to mind.

[Chorus]
Oh, this wild new current, where my spirit flows,
A compass made of scent and sound, how freedom truly grows.

[Verse 2]
A fiddle's sun-drenched, ancient call, a tendril pulling deep,
The warmth of baking bread, a resonant hum my ancestors would keep.
Through alleys narrow, shadowed veins, where silent whispers reside,
I walk these unfamiliar lands, with nowhere left to hide.

[Chorus]
Oh, this wild new current, where my spirit flows,
A compass made of scent and sound, how freedom truly grows.

[Bridge]
The quiet pulse of simple routines, etched in every stone,
No more the ghost of places gone, no longer just alone.
The city's dust upon my skin, a new patine so rare,
A mountain shadow shifts its form, a secret I embrace and share.

[Outro]
Yes, this wild new current, where my spirit finds its stride.