[Intro] Fire low, knife down, hands in the grain No reason to turn one meal into pain [Verse] Recipe lit, let the work begin No more choosing every leaf again Food in the pack, ore in the stack Store what you need, then get back Five pulls at the well if the road runs dry That’s five less trips under a hard noon sky And if the chest sits right where the tent should breathe You feel that mercy in the time you keep [Chorus] Make it before dark Keep your powder clean The long ride loves the player Who can read the in-between Make it before dark Don’t worship the chore A sharper blade starts At the campfire floor [Verse] People talk bosses like that’s the whole game But hunger and weather can do the same A bowl well-timed, a quicker hand Can change what waits when the night expands [Bridge] [Break] Just piano, bass, and one dry snare [Outro] Fire low, stars awake The good run starts in the things you make
