How I Wound Up Here v1    © Cox  hblanecox@gmail.com
          
She pulled up, in an old top-down Camaro
Looking like an angel, like I was praying so
From a backseat cooler, reached in and gave me a beer
Then said how does a guy like you, wind up out here

Chorus
I took a hard turn at heartache avenue
Made some wrong turns as I drank through
All the whiskey my credit card would allow
Hoping I’ve stumbled onto something good now
That’s how I wound up here
             
She pointed to the door, n’ said, hop on in
I better buckle you up, and then, she clicked me in
I was wearing that car, like my best pair, of Levi’s and boots                                         
Ain’t no telling what we might do, if she lets me loose

Chorus

I was shaken awake and out of my bar room sleep
There’s no cooler, no car, no girl to keep
Love can take you on a ride
Sometimes low, sometimes high 
That’s how I wound up here

Yeah, that’s how—I wound up here
That’s how I wound up here.




How I Wound Up Here  V1

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A Talk With Myself
Mark Lambert/David Trull

Verse I
Today, I saw a grandma
Stepping off a city bus
Wiping down her grandbabies
From sweat and Texas dust

She gathered them up to cross the street
While pulling a small cart of groceries

I could tell she was doing all she could for them
And I thought, without good luck, there I am

Chorus
Sometimes I can get down
Hate the hand that I’ve been dealt
Like it’s me against the world
Been put up on the shelf

Then I realized how life
Can be for some
And having it all come together
Is easier said than done

Then something in my heart
Started to melt
That’s when I had a talk with myself

Verse II
Last year a flood roared through
The heart of our little town
Spent days digging in the mud
Seeing what could be found

Strangers came out to lend a hand
Some with nothing left on their land
Others lost the most precious thing of all
Made me realize my problems are small

Chorus x 2

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This room is quiet and the cold creeps in
Your voice still echoes under my skin
I heard the moment when my words turned wrong
When my fear took a pen and wrote a song
Sitting here alone, I can see the truth
You didn’t need the weight I put on you
A reflex born young I never outgrew
Speaking from panic, not from loving you

[Chorus]
I can’t erase the weight of my voice
Can’t take back the night I made the wrong choice
I’m learning the cost of the things I said
And I won’t let fear be my voice again
I’m learning to stand, ’cause I choose to now
And build what my past never would allow
I can’t change the past, but I can change my aim
I won’t let fear be louder than your name

Those quiet days brought my old fear back
Too much time alone had me start to crack
You weren’t the cause of the storm I felt
That was the boy in me who never dealt
I didn’t know how loud my fears could be
Till my own silence left me stuck with me
I see it clearer now with open eyes
I spoke from wounds I didn’t recognize

[Repeat Chorus]

No, this ain’t guilt. It’s where I rise
Slow down my breathing. Open my eyes
Learn how to speak when the fear gets near
Choose what I say from a place that’s clear
You never asked me to turn my thoughts to songs
Just need me steady, with both feet on solid grounds
A voice you can trust, a truth held firm
And I’m building that through each and every turn

[Repeat Chorus]

In this quiet room, I’m not lost my dear
I’m drawin’ the line between love and fear
I’m walkin’ towards that truth even if I fall
I’m done letting fear be the loudest of all

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A slow modern country ballad built on raw honesty and late-night clarity. A man sits alone in a quiet room, replaying the moment he realized his words came from fear, not love. This song is his reckoning.
With intimate acoustic guitar, low baritone vocals, and subtle percussion, the track delivers a calm but powerful confession about choosing growth over panic, presence over insecurity, and learning the difference between fear and love.
Emotionally grounded, masculine, and sincere, The Weight of My Voice captures the quiet transformation of a man rebuilding himself from the inside out.

How I Wound Up Here V1

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