Yellow Detours

He wakes the engine before the sun can climb

Winter draws its pencil line across the signs

A city wrapped in static, white and cold

He learns the roads that bend where secrets fold

Map in his lap, the margins fray

Every wrong turn finds a gentler way

Through the snowfall, through the ache

He carries other people's mornings awake

Yellow streetlights, saving my sight

Burning soft through the longest night

When the winter roads all break and twist

I find my peace in the glow of this

Yellow streetlights, holding me close

Like a hand on the wheel when I need it most

Every detour starts to feel like home

Under that gold, I’m never alone

He knows the corner where the bakery sleeps

The frozen river and the underpass deep

A laughing child, a tired hand at the glass

All of them drifting through the snow like ash

Map in his lap, the margins fray

Every wrong turn finds a gentler way

Through the snowfall, through the ache

He carries other people's mornings awake

Yellow streetlights, saving my sight

Burning soft through the longest night

When the winter roads all break and twist

I find my peace in the glow of this

Yellow streetlights, holding me close

Like a hand on the wheel when I need it most

Every detour starts to feel like home

Under that gold, I’m never alone

If the town is lost, let the storm decide

I’ll follow the shimmer on the roadside

All the hard miles fade in the haze

When that amber halo cuts through the gray

And every heart that’s heavy, every breath that’s slow

Can rest where the warm street shadows grow

Yellow streetlights, saving my sight

Burning soft through the longest night

When the winter roads all break and twist

I find my peace in the glow of this

Yellow streetlights, holding me close

Like a hand on the wheel when I need it most

Every detour starts to feel like home

Under that gold, I’m never aloneKeep the meter running, let the cold wind fade

I’ve learned the map by the light you gave

Yellow streetlights, lead me on