[Intro] [Instrumental] [Verse 1] Sunrise on the mountain, frost in the air, Coffee steaming, boots by the chair. Old flannel shirt, goggles on tight, First chair lift, it’s gonna be right. [Pre‑Chorus] Lift’s climbing high, view so wide, Snow below, dreams inside. I take a breath, this is where I’m meant to be, Free as a bird, wild and free. [Chorus] Powder days, bluebird skies, Sunshine on the slopes, no alibis. Carve the turns, feel the flow, Let the mountain’s rhythm go. Cold air, warm heart, soul so bright, This is life, this is right. [Verse 2] Trails weaving through the pines so tall, Friends are laughing, we’re having a ball. No cell signal, no rush, no time, Just the crunch of snow, and the mountain’s chime. [Drop / EDM section] [Acoustics fade away, pulsating bass, synthesizer arpeggios, powerful 16—beat beats enter] Woo‑oo, feel the rush, feel the snow, Up so high, let it go, let it go! [Final Chorus [amplified, with chorus]] Powder days, bluebird skies! Sunshine on the slopes, no alibis! Carve the turns, feel the flow, Let the mountain’s rhythm go! Cold air, warm heart, soul so bright, This is life, this is right! [Outro] [Fades out: acoustic guitar, echo of voice, last beats] Powder days… bluebird skies…
