(Verse 1) I’m back at the desk, my pockets turned out, A table of fragments, a quiet amount. Seeds from the sidewalk, notes from the street, All bright in their own way — but the garden’s complete. I remember the rush when the spark felt like law, How I chased every glimmer, afraid I’d miss more. I remember the waiting, the patience it took To learn not every door wants an immediate look. (Pre-Chorus) I’ve lived a few seasons inside of these songs, I know now where a fragile idea belongs. (Chorus) So I’m sorting the seeds, I’m naming the lines, One for the moment, and ten for the vines. It’s not giving up if I set it away — I’m just moving a dream to the Archive of Someday. I don’t have to build every castle I see, I can leave a few bricks for the future of me. (Verse 2) This one’s a chorus that pushes too hard, This one’s a character lost in the yard. They’re honest, they’re close, they’re almost just right, But they don’t match the weather I’m writing tonight. I fold them with care, not fear, not delay, I won’t treat “not now” like it’s thrown away. The work has a rhythm, the purpose is clear — And I know what belongs, and I know what’s not here. (Pre-Chorus 2) Momentum hums without pulling me fast, Precision has taught me what’s worth making last. (Chorus) So I’m sorting the seeds, I’m naming the lines, One for the daylight, and ten for the vines. It’s not giving up if I set it away — I’m just moving a dream to the Archive of Someday. I don’t have to build every castle I see, I can leave a few bricks for the future of me. (Bridge) The heaviest weight I ever carried Was “everything now” and “don’t let it vary.” But being allowed to be light means I know When to trust the ground and let something grow. Some ideas want distance, some want more time, Some bloom when they’re no longer fighting the rhyme. (Final Chorus) So I’m sorting the seeds, I’m closing the files, Letting some wait here a little while. It’s not giving up if I set it away — I’m just moving a dream to the Archive of Someday. I don’t have to build every castle I see, I can leave a few bricks for the future of me. (Outro) Not today. Maybe not soon. But I’ll know where they are When the season comes through.
