Time

Live festival concert at red rocks with enthusiastic crowd, A sprawling folk-psych jam infused with cosmic Americana, Rolling drum grooves like a heartbeat, warm and lyrical guitar tones, melodic bass lines that wander like rivers, Harmonic layers that feel communal and alive, shifting between earthy folk and drifting psychedelic passages, The vibe should balance rustic roots with cosmic exploration, warm and enveloping, hypnotic yet deeply human

[Chorus]
There’s a time to hold, a time to let go,
Time to be lost so you start to know,
Clock don’t care what you thought you’d find,
Every heart’s runnin’ on borrowed time.
If you’re listenin’ close to the undertow,
You’ll hear the rhythm you can’t control,
It ain’t cruel, it ain’t kind,
It’s just the beat of its own design.

[Verse 2]
I’ve seen love bloom like a desert rose,
I’ve seen it fade when the cold wind blows,
Built it up with a steady hand,
Watched it fall like a half-drawn plan.
Peace walks in, then it slips away,
War drums hum in the break of day,
You can curse the night or bless the dawn,
Either way, the night rolls on.

[Chorus]
There’s a time to speak, a time to keep still,
Time to climb, time to lose your will,
You can shake your fist at the passing years,
Or raise a glass to the laughter and tears.
If you ride the wave instead of the rail,
You might learn why you sometimes fail,
It ain’t wrong, it ain’t right,
It’s just the song of the turning light.

[Bridge]
I tried to pin down the why and when,
But the map just folded in on itself again,
Every answer I thought I knew
Changed its shape when the seasons moved.
So I sat back down by the river bend,
Let the question drift like a long-lost friend.

[Verse 3]
There’s a time to run, a time to rest,
Time to give it up, time to give your best,
Hands get empty, hands get full,
Every gift’s got a matching pull.
You don’t own the days, they pass you through,
Like a half-remembered tune,
But if you hum along, don’t fight the rhyme,
You might feel at home in time.

[Final Chorus]
There’s a time to love, a time to grieve,
Time to doubt what you still believe,
You can’t freeze the frame or steal the show,
You just play your part and let it go.
If there’s any wisdom worth the climb,
It’s to dance with the turning of time,
Ain’t no crown, ain’t no crime,
Just the holy spin of time.

[Outro]
Wheel keeps turnin’, slow and kind,
Leaves its fingerprints on every mind,
If you catch the groove, you’ll be just fine—
Meet me somewhere in time.

[Coda]
Somewhere between the first beat and the last,
I stopped askin’ how long it would last.
The road kept movin’, I stayed awhile,
Watched the mile markers learn to smile.

If the song goes quiet, let it be,
Silence knows the melody.
Wheel don’t stop for you or me—
It just keeps time…
It just keeps time.

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[Verse 1] There’s a wheel in the meadow turnin’ slow, Sun says yes, then the moon says no, Seed in the ground, shovel in the clay, Every hand learns when to stay away. A laugh breaks loose, then a tear rolls by, Same old sky, different kind of sky, You can’t hold the wind, can’t borrow the tide, Every door swings both ways wide. [Chorus] There’s a time to hold, a time to let go, Time to be lost so you start to know, Clock don’t care what you thought you’d find, Every heart’s runnin’ on borrowed time. If you’re listenin’ close to the undertow, You’ll hear the rhythm you can’t control, It ain’t cruel, it ain’t kind, It’s just the beat of its own design. [Verse 2] I’ve seen love bloom like a desert rose, I’ve seen it fade when the cold wind blows, Built it up with a steady hand, Watched it fall like a half-drawn plan. Peace walks in, then it slips away, War drums hum in the break of day, You can curse the night or bless the dawn, Either way, the night rolls on. [Chorus] There’s a time to speak, a time to keep still, Time to climb, time to lose your will, You can shake your fist at the passing years, Or raise a glass to the laughter and tears. If you ride the wave instead of the rail, You might learn why you sometimes fail, It ain’t wrong, it ain’t right, It’s just the song of the turning light. [Bridge] I tried to pin down the why and when, But the map just folded in on itself again, Every answer I thought I knew Changed its shape when the seasons moved. So I sat back down by the river bend, Let the question drift like a long-lost friend. [Verse 3] There’s a time to run, a time to rest, Time to give it up, time to give your best, Hands get empty, hands get full, Every gift’s got a matching pull. You don’t own the days, they pass you through, Like a half-remembered tune, But if you hum along, don’t fight the rhyme, You might feel at home in time. [Final Chorus] There’s a time to love, a time to grieve, Time to doubt what you still believe, You can’t freeze the frame or steal the show, You just play your part and let it go. If there’s any wisdom worth the climb, It’s to dance with the turning of time, Ain’t no crown, ain’t no crime, Just the holy spin of time. [Outro] Wheel keeps turnin’, slow and kind, Leaves its fingerprints on every mind, If you catch the groove, you’ll be just fine— Meet me somewhere in time. [Coda] Somewhere between the first beat and the last, I stopped askin’ how long it would last. The road kept movin’, I stayed awhile, Watched the mile markers learn to smile. If the song goes quiet, let it be, Silence knows the melody. Wheel don’t stop for you or me— It just keeps time… It just keeps time.

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