Verse 1

Before the dawn has warmed the empty lanes,

You set the lines against the cold gray rain.

A measured hand, a steady eye that knows

Where every turning road must safely go.

Pre-Chorus

Not just a shift, not just a name,

You leave a promise in the paint.

Chorus

This is a calling, not a job to do,

A road made safer with each line you draw true.

Through dust and weather, mile after mile,

You give the way ahead a clearer sign.

This is a calling—stand your ground,

The paths we share begin where you lay them down.

Verse 2

The trucks roll by; the morning starts to rise,