[Intro] Yeah... You know what nobody tells you? Saving the world is great... But have you ever had ribs cooked perfectly? They call me "Anya the Grill Saint" Yeah. That's what I thought. [Verse 1] Got the grill fired up and the sun coming down Whole crew showing up from all over town Got the ribs on low, got the sauce just right Got a bottle of wine for the end of the night Somebody brought music Somebody brought games Somebody started telling those ridiculous stories again Everybody laughing, everybody eating good Funny how the best days happen when they should I spent years running around chasing things Looking for answers and ancient kings Now I'm standing by a grill with a drink in my hand Thinking maybe this was the whole damn plan [Hook] This is the good stuff The moments you remember Warm nights, full plates Laughing until September This is the good stuff No reason to rush A little food, a little music And a whole lot of us [Verse 2] The ribs disappear before they hit the table Everybody saying "Anya, you're not making enough" Like I didn't already cook for twenty people And somehow you're still calling my bluff Got my sword leaning up against the grill Like that's just a normal thing to do still Someone looked over and said "Anya, why?" "Why's your giant flaming sword sitting nearby?" I said: "Just being careful." They said: "Of what?" I said: "Sand goblins." Everybody stopped. Everybody stared. Someone said: "Anya...Sand goblins aren't real." I said: "That's exactly what they want you to think." Now hand me that sauce. I know they're watching the ribs. [Hook] This is the good stuff The kind you can't buy A sunset overhead And a clear blue sky This is the good stuff The reason we stay The little things that make you smile At the end of the day [Verse 3] I remember when a meal was just something you found Something you grabbed when nobody else was around Never knew a table could mean something more Never knew a home could be an open door Now everybody's gathered around Passing plates and passing stories Nobody cares about titles Nobody cares about glory Just friends talking too loud Someone dancing off beat Someone stealing the last rib Before it gets to me [Bridge] Hey... Save the fancy stuff. Give me the messy plate. Give me the sauce on my hands. Give me the people who show up late. Give me the nights we talk too long. Give me the songs we sing wrong. That's the kind of magic... That lasts when the adventure's gone. [Final Hook] This is the good stuff The best kind of treasure The kind you can't carry The kind you can't measure This is the good stuff So pass me a plate Because the world can wait... Dinner's getting cold, and I hate being late [Outro] Hey... Who took the last rib? Was it the sand goblins? I knew it. Sneaky bastards
