Sleeping On The Interstate

Saving Savannah

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.

The Weight of My Voice

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Mend Our Fences is a heartfelt country-pop duet about repairing relationships and finding hope after mistakes. With warm, uplifting lyrics, it tells the story of two people coming together to restore what was broken. Gentle acoustic guitars, soft piano, and rich harmonies create a comforting, intimate mood, celebrating understanding, forgiveness, and the beauty of nurturing love through care and patience.


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