No Ending
"Only Beginning" is a reminder — the kind you write down so you can't forget it. Life takes its next step every single minute, whether you're ready or not. Forward is the only path there is. The past is only worth visiting for the great memories, and even then, you don't move in. You wave, and you keep walking.
The song starts in the stuck place everybody knows: a clock on the wall, a room that won't move, minutes that feel like days.
The clock is on the wall / But the room keeps sitting still / Minutes feel like days / Time won't start moving
That's the feeling this song was built to break. Faces change. Choices fade. The air gets hard to fill. And the only cure I've ever found is the simplest one there is — feel the brick beneath your feet and take one step. Then another. One day at a time.
There's a line in this song people might mishear, so let's set it straight right here: when I sing leave the six behind me, that's the six. Your six. The space at your back. It's the old expression — someone's "got your six" means they're covering what's behind you. In this song, the six is the past itself, everything over your shoulder, and the whole point is that you don't have to keep guarding it.
Dropping all the fear / Leave the six behind me / Look forward now / The second hand / Is waking from its rest
And the eight? The eight means something too — something about the parts of a life. I'll leave that one where it sits. Some of you will hear it and know exactly what I mean. Leave the six behind. Keep the eight in mind. The past can call your name all it wants. You don't have to turn around.
But every road / That ever tried to break me / Only taught my feet / How to move on
That's the truth at the center of it. Every closed door, every night the light seemed gone — none of it ended anything. It just taught my feet how to move. New lanterns down the roads. No map, no certain meaning. Only sparks against the dark, only breath inside my chest — and that's enough to walk on.
The shadows gather in the street.
They don't own the night.
The second hand is moving.
It's not the end.
It's only the beginning.
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