On a road that stretches into the unknown,
I search for a melody to call my own.
The miles blur, the wheels hum low,
Through frozen plains and the whisper of snow.
Each word I write feels heavy, untrue,
Chasing a dream that stays out of view.
The perfect song-does it even exist?
A fleeting shadow I can't resist.
Oh, will I ever get it right?
Find the words that burn so bright?
A tune to echo through the cold,
A story sung, a truth retold.
Oh, this quest feels endless, long,
Will I ever find the perfect song?
I've painted the road with stories and lines,
Of Scrappy's courage and the frost that binds.
But deep inside, there's a yearning ache,
To craft the song that the soul can't fake.
Each verse I try, it slips like sand,
A fleeting fire I can't command.
Oh, will I ever get it right?
Find the words that burn so bright?
A tune to echo through the cold,
A story sung, a truth retold.
Oh, this quest feels endless, long,
Will I ever find the perfect song?
The road keeps winding, my thoughts collide,
A battle between the heart and pride.
Is the song the destination, or the path I roam?
Is it something I find, or something I own?
Oh, will I ever get it right?
Find the words that burn so bright?
A tune to echo through the cold,
A story sung, a truth retold.
Oh, this quest feels endless, long,
Will I ever find the perfect song?
Through the frost and the stars, I'll keep pressing on,
For maybe the search is where I belong.
And though despair whispers I'm chasing the wrong,
I'll drive on, still seeking, the perfect song.