[Intro] (Acoustic guitar strums lazy open chords. Electric guitar plays melodic bends with a loose, playful tone. Harmonica enters like wind through tall grass. Upright bass thumps softly.) ⸻ [Verse 1] I slipped out of the saddle when the morning wasn’t watching Shook the dust from my shadows and the rope from my spine The plow kept turning where I left it in the meadow But my compass caught the whisper of a road that wasn’t mine (Organ swells gently beneath the melody. Drums tap lightly with brushes. Harmony vocals join on final line.) ⸻ [Chorus] So I cut the harness, rode the wind Traded stone for stars and skin Built my fire where no maps end And let the river teach me how to bend (Electric guitar echoes each line with soft fills. Harmonies deepen. Piano adds rhythmic chord stabs in second half.) ⸻ [Verse 2] I was stitched in wool and silence, carved from cedar smoke and law But the fence posts started leaning and the sky began to draw A doorway made of thunder, a song I never knew I walked it barefoot, bleeding truth, with every step brand new (Guitar and piano play in loose call-and-response. Harmonica hums a low countermelody. Drums shift to a slow train beat.) ⸻ [Chorus] Yeah, I cut the harness, rode the wind Tore the script I’d folded in Lit my name in kerosene And watched the old world turn to green (Organ rises more prominently, harmonies soar. Electric guitar adds light melodic solo under vocals.) ⸻ [Bridge / Instrumental Jam] (Band enters jam in 6/8 with shifting dynamics—guitar and piano trade melodic leads. Bass walks freely, organ swells like waves. Harmonica wails a lonesome tune. Drums accent the push-pull rhythm. Let it breathe and wander.) ⸻ [Verse 3] Now the moon wears different faces, and the clock don’t call me home I dance with dust and questions in a world I’ve never known The lantern’s flame is fragile, but I carry it with grace No longer bound by borders—just the stars to chase (Vocals come in quietly, build to warmth. Drums pull back. Acoustic guitar arpeggiates. Piano sparkles gently on final line.) ⸻ [Final Chorus] I cut the harness, rode the wind Shed my shell and stepped within The mystery that makes me whole A rolling stone with a burning soul (Final chorus is slower, reflective. Full harmonies. Harmonica echoes final line. Organ holds chord as guitar slowly fades.) ⸻ [Outro] (Fade out with soft strumming, distant harmonica, and the sound of wind—a field recording or synthesized breeze. Final heartbeat drum tap. Silence.)
