[Intro] [Slide guitar + warm pad + steady kick] Morning light on the prairie grass… But my headphones hum a different kind of mass. [Verse 1] I wake to roosters and the low hum of the grid, Two worlds in my head, a need to pick. Papa’s tractor, Mama’s lullaby, And the glitchy beat that makes me wanna fly. I plant seeds by day, I mix tracks by night, Same dirt, same stars - just a different kind of fight. [Pre Chorus] [Beat intensifies, add hi hat and vocal chop] From the furrow to the more, same soul, same bore Roots in soil, wings in mode. [Chorus] Sunrise on the subwoofer, Where the country heart and the circuit meet. We sway to the rhythm, we move to the tone, A folk tale told through a digital phone. Sunrise on the subwoofer, No past or future - just here, just home. With banjo and bass, we build a new lore, This is our sound, this is our chore. [Verse 2] At the county fair, they play my remix, Grannies two step to the wobble and clicks. The ferris wheel glows, the speakers throb low, As if the whole town’s learning a new kind of «go». Even the horses nod to the tempo, I swear Nature’s own DJ, mixing air and air. [Pre Chorus] From the furrow to the more, same soul, same bore Roots in soil, wings in mode. [Chorus] Sunrise on the subwoofer, Where the country heart and the circuit meet. We sway to the rhythm, we move to the tone, A folk tale told through a digital phone. Sunrise on the subwoofer, No past or future - just here, just home. With banjo and bass, we build a new lore, This is our sound, this is our chore. [Bridge] [Silence, then layered vocals and glitched banjo] We are the bridge, Between "then" and "now" We are the song, That won’t bow thou. [Final Chorus] Sunrise on the subwoofer, Where the country heart and the circuit meet. This is our sound, this is our chore. [Outro]
