50 years of Me

Keep your eyes on the trail and your mouth shut tight I’ve already traded my sleep for the light You don’t need the history, you don’t need the scars Just stay in my shadow and follow the stars I’m the pace of the walk, I’m the weight of the hand The one who stopped asking to understand Got that silver in my beard and the lead in the stride There’s nothing to prove when there’s nothing to hide Yeah, I’m still out here… Fifty years in, just watch how I ride. Got it. You want that quiet authority—where you aren’t explaining yourself or proving your worth, you’re just the one who knows the way. It’s less about a pitch and more about a standard. Keep your eyes on the trail and your mouth shut tight I’ve already traded my sleep for the light You don’t need the history, you don’t need the scars Just stay in my shadow and follow the stars I’m the pace of the walk, I’m the weight of the hand The one who stopped asking to understand Got that silver in my beard and the lead in the stride There’s nothing to prove when there’s nothing to hide Yeah, I’m still out here… Fifty years in, just watch how I ride. 7 by