Loading…
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Headlights on the powder
Breath on the frozen glass
You trace a name with one cold finger
Say
“Do you think this road will pass?”
The guardrail falls to darkness
A river buried deep
We climb where all the signs give up
Where engines groan and secrets keep
[Chorus]
Snow on the mountain road
Drifting like the years we lost
We’re driving to that line we swore
No one could ever cross
Up where the air cuts clean
Where every chain slips from the key
Over the ridge of the world tonight
We’re going where we feel free
[Verse 2]
Your boots by the floorboard heater
Steam from a coffee cup
You laugh about the ones who stayed
Say
“They blinked and the gates slammed shut”
The past rides in the mirror
Small as a distant town
Each curve peels off another weight
Till there’s nothing left but now
[Chorus]
Snow on the mountain road
Drifting like the years we lost
We’re driving to that line we swore
No one could ever cross
Up where the air cuts clean
Where every chain slips from the key
Over the ridge of the world tonight
We’re going where we feel free
[Bridge]
If the tires slip
Let them
If the sky leans in
Let it lean
I’d rather stall here in your silence
Than make it back to what we’ve been
[Chorus]
Snow on the mountain road
Drifting like the years we lost
We’re driving to that line we swore
No one could ever cross
Up where the air cuts clean
Where every chain slips from the key
Over the ridge of the world tonight
We’re going where we feel free
(we’re going where we feel free)
Details
GeneratedFeb 20, 2026
Duration4:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Slow, bare country-rock ballad: male vocals in a deep, weathered register, close and intimate. Fingerpicked electric guitar in a slow 6/8 sway, soft tube grit and plenty of space between notes. Violin weaves long, aching lines, answering phrases and stepping forward between sections. Verses stay hushed and storytelling; chorus widens with held notes in the vocal and a rising, mournful violin counter-melody. Final pass lets the violin linger as the voice falls to a near-whisper., deep, electric, vocal, country, violin, ballad, slow
Credits
Prompt by
James6346
James6346ModelAria v5
Prompt
Deep dark Leonard cohen vocal, Slow country/rock ballad with violin and electric guitar slow fingerplay no other instrument, about driving over the snowy mountain to get where we feel free
