Maps & Guardrails

Sparse indie-folk bed with fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft male vocals; verses intimate and close-mic’d, subtle room reverb, Pre-chorus adds warm bass swells and brushed snare to lift into a chant-like, harmony-heavy chorus, Bridge strips back to near a cappella before a final, fuller chorus with gang vocals and gentle tambourine for a communal, anthemic close

[Verse 1] Whiteboard full of arrows Circles Colors Plans Someone draws a mountain Says "We’re headed there My friends" Talk big about the future Slide decks Dotted lines But in the quiet after The question’s in our eyes [Pre-Chorus] Is this a dream Or is it a dare If we push that far Will we still be there [Chorus] Strategy is directional Pointing at the sky “Where do we go?” on every wall In every set of eyes Regulation is structural The bones beneath the climb “Can we survive in getting there?” We’re asking every time (every time) [Verse 2] Roadmap on the table Coffee rings and pen We trace the bright horizon Then trace the risks again What’s the cost of chasing What if rails give way We need more than just a vision To see another day [Pre-Chorus] Is this the path Or just a wish We weigh the edge Against the risk [Chorus] Strategy is directional Pointing at the sky “Where do we go?” on every wall In every set of eyes Regulation is structural The bones beneath the climb “Can we survive in getting there?” We’re asking every time (every time) [Bridge] Draw the line Then draw the limit Hold the hope and hold the law Every dream needs frame and friction So it doesn’t break us all (oh-oh) [Chorus] Strategy is directional Pointing at the sky “Where do we go?” still on our lips As we begin to rise Regulation is structural The net beneath the high “Can we survive in getting there?” That’s how we stay alive (stay alive)

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