[Verse 1] Tyden packed the cooler by the screen door Dad said, “Grab the rods, we got a good score” Harvey in the driveway, grin on his face His parents pulled up slow, same weekend pace Too much noise back home, we needed air Phones on the dash, but we left ’em there One road, one tent, one sky in view Just four good hearts and a whole day to use [Pre-Chorus] Let the week fall off our backs Let the hard stuff lose its track Hear the tires kiss the gravel lane Out where the real world feels simple again [Chorus] Slow it down, slow it down We got time right now By the fire, by the lake Make a memory, let it stay Slow it down, slow it down Keep the good things around Tyden, Harvey, side by side We’re alive, we’re alive [Verse 2] Dad showed Harvey how to bait that hook Tyden laughed when the bobber shook Harvey’s mom passed grapes in a paper cup His dad said, “That’s the kind of day you keep tucked up” The fish weren’t biting, but nobody cared We were busy watching ripples cut the air Kids ran wild with pinecones in their hands Built a little fortress right out in the sand [Pre-Chorus] Then the fire lit a gold halo Hot dogs turning, shadows moving slow And every joke got a bigger grin Like the day itself was letting us in [Chorus] Slow it down, slow it down We got time right now By the fire, by the lake Make a memory, let it stay Slow it down, slow it down Keep the good things around Tyden, Harvey, side by side We’re alive, we’re alive [Bridge] Stars came out like they knew our names Dad leaned back, said life don’t need fame Just a small flame, and a circle close A laugh that lasts, and the people you chose Tyden and Harvey, still talking late Counting sparks like they could touch fate Yeah, the world can run, but we found our pace In the open air, with a night full of grace [Chorus] Slow it down, slow it down We got time right now By the fire, by the lake Make a memory, let it stay Slow it down, slow it down Keep the good things around Tyden, Harvey, side by side We’re alive, we’re alive [Outro] Morning light on the sleeping bags Mud on the boots and the fishing tags Real memories don’t need a crowd Just a quiet place and a little less loud
