Borrowed Time
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Borrowed Time
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Track one of the ten‑part arc:
Borrowed Time is the ignition point — the moment everything quietly begins to tighten around him.
He steps into the story already behind the clock, already carrying choices he can’t outrun, already feeling the weight of something closing in.
This is the breath before the descent — the first step into a world the next nine tracks will peel back layer by layer.
Written by: Andy Mitchell
Produced by: Andy Mitchell
Performed by: Totally Reckless: AM
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(LYRICS)
VERSE 1
He stepped through the doorway quiet, carrying that borrowed pride,
Moving like a man who’d walked these floors a thousand nights inside.
Leather jacket sitting perfect, every crease sitting just right,
And the room gave him a moment, letting him hold the light a while tonight.
PRE‑CHORUS
A few glances shifted quietly, checking if he fit the frame,
Letting him hold the moment, seeing if he’d live up to the claim.
CHORUS
He walked with that thunder, like the room was built for his name,
Leather catching the dim‑light, moving like he’d mastered the game.
Every step he took was steady, every breath said don’t look away,
And the Wolves just watched him rolling in like he was here to stay.
VERSE 2
He ordered something strong and simple, like a man who knew the drill,
Let the silence settle round him, like he had time to kill.
He glanced across the bar — not challenge, just a quiet scan of the room,
The kind of look someone gives when they know they won’t be leaving soon.
BRIDGE
Something in the stitching caught someone’s eye — the patch was out of line,
Fresh where it should’ve been worn, the patch didn’t quite align.
No whispers followed after, just a silence sharp and thin,
Then the bar let it drift, letting the night pull him back in.
FINAL CHORUS
He walked with that thunder, like the room was built for his name,
Leather catching the dim‑light, moving like he’d mastered the game.
Every step he took was steady, every breath said don’t look away,
And the Wolves just watched him rolling in like he was here to stay.
OUTRO
The room went back to talking, letting the moment drift aside,
But someone kept an eye on him, watching how the leather lied.