THUNDERBORN [Intro - Epic saturated electric guitar solo with thick distortion establishing the melody alone, then massive four-on-the-floor kick slams in with orchestral impact, handclaps and strings sweeping, 8 bars then verse 1] [Verse 1 - powerful gospel-influenced female lead, thrilled, present tense, watching him arrive] He came walking through the gate, like the morning can't be late, four gold stripes, a stride of thunder, heaven walking, world gone under. [Verse 2 - on board, reverent, strings shimmering, guitar sparks between lines] Window seat, and here he comes, all the engines sound like drums, every heartbeat is a prayer, four hundred of us in his care. [Chorus - massive, orchestral, worship at full volume, title exclaimed, lead guitar answering] THUNDERBORN! Glory's got a face! THUNDERBORN! Heaven found its place! And he takes four hundred souls up where only thunder rolls! [Verse 3 - the legend, delivered like scripture between believers] They say he was a boy one time, hand against the terminal glass, now the morning waits in line, and storms step back to let him pass. [Chorus - bigger, gospel choir echoes entering, guitar flourishes answering] THUNDERBORN! Heaven clears the blue! THUNDERBORN! Just to let him through! Calm just walking down the aisle, storms surrender to that smile! [Bridge - disco breakdown, bass and hi-hats only, cabin lights dimming, the choir gathering] Then the cabin lights go soft... a chime... and that voice... THAT voice: "This is your captain speaking." (SAY IT!) Say it again! (SAY IT!) I could fly without the plane! A vow is a vow is forever! (FOREVER!) [Epic saturated electric guitar solo - 8 bars, thick distortion, blazing over the driving groove, strings and brass building to the key change] [Final Chorus - key lifted, MASSIVE full gospel call-and-response, maximum glory] THUNDERBORN! Glory's got a name! (got a name!) THUNDERBORN! Heaven says the same! (says the same!) And he takes four hundred souls (hundred souls!) up where only thunder rolls! (thunder rolls!) [Outro - groove driving, guitar singing over strings, then softening to warm chords] (Spoken, warm, smiling) And somewhere tonight... a kid is at a window, watching his lights climb... That's how they're born, you know... Thunderborn. [Orchestral disco hit, one last guitar bend, warm chord ringing out]
