[BOOT — STOMP] [FIDDLE — 4 NOTES] [RESONATOR ANSWERS] [HOUSE KICK ENTERS] THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... THUMP... [UPRIGHT + SUB] [VERSE 1] September left some water Still running through my boots. October's at the treeline Bringing matches to the roots. Old feelings rise like river fog, I let 'em cross the road. I don't call every heavy sky A message anymore. Somewhere there's another soul Beneath another moon. Carrying weather I was never meant To move. That's their sky. These are my hands. And morning's coming Whether or not I understand. [PRE-CHORUS] So let it turn. Let it change. Let the whole damn heavens Rearrange. [CHORUS] PRESSURE AIN'T PROPHECY. Weather ain't fate. Stars can mark the doorway— I decide What walks through the gate. Hard weeks. Soft light. Let the whole damn sky Change shape. My feet are on the mountain. My hands are on my life. And I— I choose the way. [FIDDLE / LES PAUL] [VERSE 2] Second day of October, Something knocks before I'm dressed. Could be news. Could be memory. Could be nothing I expected yet. Old roads get familiar When the light hits 'em again. But familiar ain't a reason I should walk back where I've been. And if my blood gets hotter, If my fuse gets running short— Breathe. I don't owe Every feeling A report. I can hear the knock. I can check the door. I can want to know Without needing Something more. [BANJO ROLL] [CHORUS] Pressure ain't prophecy. Weather ain't fate. Stars can mark the doorway— I decide What walks through the gate. Hard weeks. Soft light. Let the whole damn sky Change shape. I don't wait For constellations To tell these boots Which road to take. [VERSE 3] Twenty-one. Twenty-six. Hinge starts singing In the frame. Mind wants movement. Mouth wants answers. Everything wants me To name. So I leave the heavy words A little longer On the bench. If the signal's worth believing, It'll survive Another check. End of October, November at the line— Something asks: What did you build? And what'd you only Call a sign? Show me structure. Show me roots. Show me something That can stand. Good. I've been learning How to turn A want Into a plan. [HOUSE PULSE DEEPENS] [VERSE 4] Then November comes With both hands open— "How much can you hold?" Funny question. I spent years Learning not to confuse More with whole. So I'll take the honest opening. Leave the glitter Where it lies. Expansion ain't just saying yes. Sometimes growth Is passing by. Then the fog begins to loosen. Things start moving When they move. Not because The stars commanded. Because I finally Built the room. [PRE-CHORUS] Let it turn. Let it change. Let the whole damn heavens Rearrange. [CHORUS — WIDER] PRESSURE AIN'T PROPHECY. Weather ain't fate. Stars can mark the doorway— I decide What walks through the gate. Hard weeks. Soft light. Let the whole damn sky Change shape. I can listen Without surrender. I can wonder And still choose my way. [BRIDGE — HOUSE KICK DISAPPEARS] [BOOT] [BOOT] [FIDDLE — SOLO] [VOICE] What if the sky says go? [COSMIC] I look. [VOICE] What if the sky says stay? [COSMIC] I look. [VOICE] What if the signs line up? [COSMIC] I look. [VOICE] And then? [COSMIC] I choose. [UPRIGHT BASS] [VOICE] What if somebody else's sky Lights up with yours? [COSMIC] That's theirs. [VOICE] And yours? [COSMIC] Mine. [VOICE] Then what's astrology for? [Silence] [COSMIC] Weather report. [RESONATOR — BEND] Bring a coat. [HOUSE KICK RETURNS] [FINAL VERSE] December finds me farther Than September thought I'd be. Not because a wheel above me Turned into destiny. Some things stayed. Some things left. Some things finally Found their name. Some doors opened. Some stayed closed. And somehow I still changed. Heavy weight starts lifting. What's still standing Feels like mine. New moon Over an old road. New eyes Under the same sky. Maybe magic isn't knowing What tomorrow's gonna say. Maybe magic is becoming Someone ready Either way. [FINAL CHORUS] PRESSURE AIN'T PROPHECY! Weather ain't fate! Stars can mark the doorway— I DECIDE WHAT WALKS THROUGH THE GATE! Hard weeks! Soft light! Let the whole damn heavens change! I got roots Down in the mountain— And a road Calling my name! [FIDDLE TAKES 4-NOTE MOTIF] [LES PAUL ANSWERS] [BANJO TAKES IT] [SUB] [WHISPER — LEFT] Third. [WHISPER — RIGHT] Twenty-sixth. [WHISPER — LEFT] Seventeenth. [WHISPER — RIGHT] Seventh. [HOUSE KICK ALONE] THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. [COSMIC] October's coming. [FIDDLE — 4 NOTES] [BOOT — STOMP] [END]
