**Last Run Down** [Intro] [Ski bindings click, mountain wind, deep breath] [Verse 1] Four-thirty, shadows stretching long, red sun burning on the ridge. Last chair empty, engines slowing, one more line before we go. Bindings locked and goggles down, Whistler glowing far below. [Pre-Chorus – Short Group Count] One look left. One look right. Three, two, one— drop into white! [Chorus] It’s the last run down, no cameras, no crowd. Cutting through the blue-white powder, only the wind is loud. Let the mountain pull us onward, watch the lights become the town. We came up chasing daylight, now we’re taking the last run down. [Verse 2] Pine trees flicker at either side, powder rising in our wake. Wide turns carving through the slope, every move keeps us awake. Someone’s laughter crosses the hill, and we’re moving faster still. [Pre-Chorus] No finish line. No crowd in sight. Only gravity and fading light. [Chorus] It’s the last run down, no cameras, no crowd. Cutting through the blue-white powder, only the wind is loud. Let the mountain pull us onward, watch the lights become the town. We came up chasing daylight, now we’re taking the last run down. [Downhill Instrumental] [Rapid live drums, driving bass, guitar and rising synth pulse] [Group Shouts] Left! Right! Hold the line! One more turn— we’re flying tonight! [Half-Time Bridge] At the bottom, skis fall still, night has taken back the sky. Nobody calls it the final run. We just say, “First chair tomorrow, right?” [Final Chorus] It’s the last run down, no cameras, no crowd. We leave one line across the mountain before the dark comes down. Let the mountain pull us onward, watch the lights become the town. We came up chasing daylight, now we’re taking the last run down. [Outro] [Skis stop, bindings release, distant laughter] First chair tomorrow.
