[Verse 1] When the sun sinks low and the fireflies glow, And the bullfrogs strike up their tune, That’s where I’m found, with my feet on the ground, By the creek ‘neath a sleepy moon. With the hushin’ breeze in the sycamore trees, Tail swayin’ soft with the beat, Got a bait tin old and a dream I hold— Where the quiet and ripples meet. [Chorus] Pickin’ at strings while the crickets sing, Got my line where the shadows creep. No screen time here, just stars and cheer, While the creek rocks my soul to sleep. Way down slow where the tadpoles go, By the bend where the old tales keep— That’s where I’ll stay till the break of day, With the creek rockin’ me to sleep. [Verse 2] Little bare paws and a tackle box rust, Fireflies blinkin’ in time, With a cub’s proud stance and a secondhand hat, This ol’ world feels mighty fine. No calls to take, no reels to fake, Just cat-tails in the breeze— While the whip-poor-will hums and the nighttime drums, With a whisper floatin’ through trees. [Chorus] Pickin’ at strings while the crickets sing, Got my line where the moonlight sweeps. No screen time here, just a cane pole near, While the creek rocks my soul to sleep. Way down slow where the minnows go, Past the bend where the wild things peep— That’s where I’ll stay till the break of day, With the creek rockin’ me to sleep. [Bridge] No dings, no pings, no digital things, Just logs, and croaks, and breeze. Time drifts wide with the dragonfly glide, And the world hushes down with ease. [Verse 3] Someday soon, I’ll wear tall shoes, Maybe lose this fishing pole. But I’ll hear that call where the fireflies crawl, And my heart will come home whole. ’Cause the soul still hums in the muddy banks, And the cub in me still knows— That the best of nights hold no porch lights, Just the hush where the water flows. [Final Chorus – soft and slow] Pickin’ at strings while the crickets sing, Got my line where the slow winds sweep. No screen time here, just stars so near, While the creek rocks my soul to sleep. Way down slow where the moonbeams go, Past the bend where the night runs deep— That’s where I’ll stay, fur faded gray, With the creek rockin’ me to sleep.
