Room to Grow (But I Still Ski)

(In the style of “Daydream Believer” – upbeat 60s folk-pop with a wink of irony and a touch of heart

(Pre-Chorus)
He once said, “Nah, that won’t be me,”
“You worry too much, I’ll be just fine, you’ll see.”
Now he’s pacing halls and making calls,
Said something rare that shocked us all…

(Main Chorus)
He said, “Hey bro, can you help me find a place?”
“Turns out I ran out of space!”
“The practice is booming, the chairs are full,”
“Guess you were right — like always, cool…”
He’s got ketamine flowing and a waitlist too,
Looking for a third doc to join the crew…
He’s doing great, and it shows,
But he still skis… and never quite lets go.

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(Verse 2)
Oh, he plays it proud, still walks real tall,
Still acts like he’s ten feet above us all.
But somewhere deep, behind that pride,
He knows his brother never lied.

(Pre-Chorus)
So he called him up with a sheepish tone,
“Need your help with a second zone…”
“I’ve got patients waitin’ in the hall,
And somehow, bro… you saw it all.”

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(Callback Chorus – Full Band Kick In, Harmonies and a Wink)
And this from the man who once said with elation:
“I will never see a patient!”
“That’s not my job or obligation!”
Now he’s charting notes and shaking hands,
Running rooms like a one-man band.
It’s funny how things turn out so sweet…
When you finally stand on your own two feet.

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(Main Chorus – Back Again, Stronger)
He said, “Hey bro, can you help me find a place?”
“Turns out I ran out of space!”
“The practice is booming, the chairs are full,”
“Guess you were right — like always, cool…”
He’s got ketamine flowing and a staff that’s tight,
Healing minds and sleeping right…
He’s doing great, and it shows,
But he still skis… and never quite lets go.

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(Bridge – Whistling or “doo doo doo”s, reflective tone)
Maybe he’ll never say, “You were right,”
Maybe “I’m sorry” won’t come to light.
But asking for help was its own kind of song,
And for once, he didn’t pretend he wasn’t wrong.

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(Final Chorus – Uplifting and Warm, with Full Harmony)
He said, “Hey bro, can you help me find a place?”
“Turns out I ran out of space!”
“The practice is booming, the vision’s clear,”
“I need your help to get us there this year…”
He’s got healing hands and a mountain view,
Still skis on Fridays — nothing new…
He’s doing great, and it shows,
But he still skis… and maybe that’s just how it goes.

⸻

(Outro – Playful fade: “I’ll never see a patient…” echoing like a memory, followed by soft ski-swoosh and upbeat guitar strums.)

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(Verse 1) Well, he still hits the slopes when the snow starts to fall, With that same old smirk like he’s got it all. But the phones won’t stop, the patients flood the line, The rooms are packed — he’s outta time. (Pre-Chorus) He once said, “Nah, that won’t be me,” “You worry too much, I’ll be just fine, you’ll see.” Now he’s pacing halls and making calls, Said something rare that shocked us all… (Main Chorus) He said, “Hey bro, can you help me find a place?” “Turns out I ran out of space!” “The practice is booming, the chairs are full,” “Guess you were right — like always, cool…” He’s got ketamine flowing and a waitlist too, Looking for a third doc to join the crew… He’s doing great, and it shows, But he still skis… and never quite lets go. ⸻ (Verse 2) Oh, he plays it proud, still walks real tall, Still acts like he’s ten feet above us all. But somewhere deep, behind that pride, He knows his brother never lied. (Pre-Chorus) So he called him up with a sheepish tone, “Need your help with a second zone…” “I’ve got patients waitin’ in the hall, And somehow, bro… you saw it all.” ⸻ (Callback Chorus – Full Band Kick In, Harmonies and a Wink) And this from the man who once said with elation: “I will never see a patient!” “That’s not my job or obligation!” Now he’s charting notes and shaking hands, Running rooms like a one-man band. It’s funny how things turn out so sweet… When you finally stand on your own two feet. ⸻ (Main Chorus – Back Again, Stronger) He said, “Hey bro, can you help me find a place?” “Turns out I ran out of space!” “The practice is booming, the chairs are full,” “Guess you were right — like always, cool…” He’s got ketamine flowing and a staff that’s tight, Healing minds and sleeping right… He’s doing great, and it shows, But he still skis… and never quite lets go. ⸻ (Bridge – Whistling or “doo doo doo”s, reflective tone) Maybe he’ll never say, “You were right,” Maybe “I’m sorry” won’t come to light. But asking for help was its own kind of song, And for once, he didn’t pretend he wasn’t wrong. ⸻ (Final Chorus – Uplifting and Warm, with Full Harmony) He said, “Hey bro, can you help me find a place?” “Turns out I ran out of space!” “The practice is booming, the vision’s clear,” “I need your help to get us there this year…” He’s got healing hands and a mountain view, Still skis on Fridays — nothing new… He’s doing great, and it shows, But he still skis… and maybe that’s just how it goes. ⸻ (Outro – Playful fade: “I’ll never see a patient…” echoing like a memory, followed by soft ski-swoosh and upbeat guitar strums.)

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