(Intro) (An acoustic guitar begins with a crisp, driving finger-picked pattern) (A warm, melodic fiddle swells in from the background, anchoring the melody) (A rustic acoustic bass and a steady kick-drum thump enter to lock in the groove) (Verse 1) There’s a cold wind blowing off the eastern bay Chasing the remnants of a heavy, broken day I spent too long counting the cracks in the floor Waiting for a fortune to walk through the door But the river don’t care about the things you lost It just keeps on running regardless of the cost So I strapped my boots up, stepped into the wild Looking for the patience of an unfiltered child The road out here is bumpy and the pavement is torn But the air is clean and the horizon is born. (Pre-Chorus) And the old trees are whispering secrets in the dark Telling me the wilderness is hiding a spark Gotta drop the heavy anchor that you carried so long And let the current carry your song. (Chorus) We are running with the timber, drifting with the tide! Finding all the reasons why we keep it all inside! Yeah, the road might be long and the mapping might be rough But the ground beneath our feet is proving to be enough! Just an open-sky vision and an honest acoustic line Reclaiming every acre of this layout of mine! (Verse 2) (The acoustic guitar transitions into a driving, open strum; an electric guitar adds subtle, warm overdrive) I met an old traveler at the edge of the town He said, "Son, don't let the gravity drag you straight down The world is gonna judge you by the speed of your stride But the real calculation is the spirit inside." So I took that wisdom, kept it close to the chest Leaving all the static and the heavy unrest By the side of the highway where the old shadows grow There are places that the highway can't even know We are building up a fire where the riverbanks meet Feeling the momentum tracking under our feet. (Pre-Chorus) And the old trees are whispering secrets in the dark Telling me the wilderness is hiding a spark Gotta drop the heavy anchor that you carried so long And let the current carry your song. (Chorus) We are running with the timber, drifting with the tide! Finding all the reasons why we keep it all inside! Yeah, the road might be long and the mapping might be rough But the ground beneath our feet is proving to be enough! Just an open-sky vision and an honest acoustic line Reclaiming every acre of this layout of mine! (Bridge) (The drums drop to a soft rim-click; the acoustic guitar is picked quietly, intimate and clear) The stars are cutting patterns through the canopy leaves A beautiful reminder of what the spirit achieves When you stop fighting rivers and you learn how to float Finding total clarity on this acoustic note... (The fiddle begins to build intensity, accompanied by a rapid snare-drum roll) Yeah, let the music roll out! (Guitar & Fiddle Solo) (The electric guitar and fiddle trade licks in an energetic, foot-stomping, high-register folk-rock solo that drives the track to its emotional peak) (Chorus) We are running with the timber, drifting with the tide! Finding all the reasons why we keep it all inside! Yeah, the road might be long and the mapping might be rough But the ground beneath our feet is proving to be enough! Just an open-sky vision and an honest acoustic line Reclaiming every acre of this layout of mine! (Outro) (The electric instruments drop away, leaving only the opening finger-picked acoustic guitar and a soft fiddle drone) Reclaiming the line. Out in the wild. Let the tide roll. Yeah. (The acoustic guitar chords slow to a stop, ending on a final, resonant strum that slowly rings out to silence)
