[Verse 1] The wind came hard off the Parks, cutting clean through the chill Snow held the branches still, Ferry’s woods went still The walls were barely keeping out that frozen dark But inside that quiet cabin, we found a spark I turned to Joe beneath the amber flicker overhead Blueprint in my hand, cold air where my breath had spread I broke the silence, let the whole room understand One cold night, I said, I have a plan [Chorus] From a sentence in the cold to a place we could stand We kept the fire alive, we kept the shape of the plan Through the snow, through the years, through the weight of the grand We were trippin’ on the moment—look at our eyes, man [Verse 2] It wasn’t some idle dream dissolving in the frost We drew every crooked road and counted every cost Fire up the Silverado when the temperature froze Cut a path with Scratch and Banders through the ancient rows We stacked the hours high, traded sleep for the view Kept the vision on the table when the whole world changed hue Late-night Whatnot streams, every season passing by Still the lines kept multiplying under that northern sky Rik in Alaska hit the books, reading every page We knew a few years later we’d be standing on the stage Not for luck, not for wishes, not for some borrowed sign Just a promise in a cabin turning solid over time [Chorus] From a sentence in the cold to a place we could stand We kept the fire alive, we kept the shape of the plan Through the snow, through the years, through the weight of the grand We were trippin’ on the moment—look at our eyes, man [Verse 3] The pages turned slowly, then the numbers started to climb Healy storefront windows caught the edge of a new time From nothing but a spoken word, a promise in the cold To a different kind of treasure, rough and real and gold We sat across the table where the wild idea began No longer just a wishing well, no longer just a plan The stacks sat heavy, rugged, real beneath our hands Proof that holding on can build what no one understands We looked down at the ledger, looked up at the ceiling Trying to find a name for this impossible feeling Gravity slipped loose, the walls began to spin We didn’t know the proper way to let the moment in [Bridge] Then joy came sudden, breathless, bigger than the room Like a door thrown open in the middle of the gloom Between my wide blue eyes and your deep hazel stare We saw the whole wild future waiting right there [Final Chorus] From a sentence in the cold to a place we could stand We kept the fire alive, we kept the shape of the plan Through the snow, through the years, through the weight of the grand We were trippin’ on the moment—look at our eyes, man [Outro] Boy, we were trippin’, you should’ve seen our eyes All that winter turned to wonder right before our eyes
