[Verse 1] The county map was folded by the coffee tin Snow pressed its thumb against the window again You marked the ridge where the old road bends Said, “There’s more under this than the survey says.” I read the numbers by a workbench lamp Cold dust settled on the paper and my hands A raven watched from the busted fence Like it knew what the ground had kept [Chorus] Keep the record, keep the names Keep the small truth through the long white days When the ground shifts under what we know Stay beside me; don’t let the story go [Verse 2] The truck coughed once, then caught in the cold Your gloves smelled faintly of oil and pine We carried boards past the frozen grass While the dark came down across the line You said the land had a pull of its own Not a promise, not a sign from above Just a place that had waited through years of weather For two stubborn hearts to call it home [Chorus] Keep the record, keep the names Keep the small truth through the long white days When the ground shifts under what we know Stay beside me; don’t let the story go [Bridge] No crown, no prophecy carved in stone Just your bootprints leading back to the door A bowl set down for the bird at dawn A light left on when the wind leaned hard If there’s a witness under all this snow Let it hear us choosing what we know [Final Chorus] Keep the record, keep the names Keep the small truth through the long white days When the ground shifts under what we know Stay beside me; don’t let the story go [Outro] The map stays folded by the coffee tin The raven lifts, and the morning comes in
