You claim your grand design is waiting on the tide
While I'm pulling on my boots and stepping outside
You sketch a map of all the places you've not seen
While I'm counting all the miles that remain unseen
Your speeches climb up higher, make a loud sound
But your feet never wander beyond this town
The map is just a paper prophet on the wall
Your vision is a rumor, mine is my call
So I don't answer to your pretty phrases
I let my boots write all the new pages
The ground keeps a ledger of each step I take
No need for your chatter when the road's awake
The scope of a man is not the height of his own speech
It's the radius traced by the boot prints on the beach
Don't measure your worth by the noise you make
The distance you cover is what you take
The dust on the road
Your maps sleep on a dusty shelf
I'll earn my ground with the miles I make
Not grand words that you're willing to fake
Watch me while I go
The dirt on my soles tells the truth you know
My path is a fact that states its claim
Your mouth built a mountain but no one came
I act now
Your words all pile up like fallen snow
While I'm crossing the meridian with my stride
Your principles are the slides you rehearse
Mine are forged in the friction of my daily verse
You speak about the ocean while you dry hands
I'm learning how to wade through the shifting shallows
You've got a captain's badge but no ship has ever sailed
I've been rowing through the storms with my own two hands
You wait for the perfect weather to arrive
I've learned each season is enough to survive
The map on your wall stays forever clean and new
While my boots draw a line that is so worn and true
The height of your talk is a tower of unpaid rent
While my steps are the currency that is always spent
So don't tell me that you're really in it
The step count is what defines the limit
The dust on the road
Your maps sleep on a dusty shelf
Each step I take is a promise kept
The ground doesn't care if you only slept
Now watch me act
The trail behind me is a living fact
The soil records every single move
Your words are the wind that never moves
I persist
