Wide With Possibility

[Verse 1]
Bare feet on the front steps
Granddad spittin’ truth like seeds
Said
“Boy
This land’ll hold you
If you learn what it needs”
Two-lane blacktop
Ran right past our dreams
We chased the dusk in rusted trucks
Felt bigger than we seemed
[Chorus]
Wide with possibility
That’s how the whole world looked to me
From the open road
To that leaning maple tree
Every mile
Every memory
Building who I’d turn out to be
Back when the future
Was wide with possibility
[Verse 2]
Clocked in through the 80s
Name stitched on my sleeve
Punch cards
Young hearts
More to prove than we believed
Nights in a small place
Boxes on the floor
We turned paychecks into baby clothes
And called that being poor
[Chorus]
Wide with possibility
Even when the rent ran lean
From a busted couch
To a kitchen full of steam
Every bill
Every broken week
Taught us where we’d plant our feet
Love made that narrow road
Wide with possibility
[Bridge]
Now I’m on the front porch
Watching someone else turn ten
They ask me what the world is like
I feel it all rush back again (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Wide with possibility
That’s how I still want it to be
For every kid
With a scraped-up pair of knees
May their roads
May their stories be
Open as the summer breeze
‘Cause once you’ve seen it
It stays wide with possibility

Warm heartland rock ballad, midtempo groove with strummed acoustic guitar, light organ pad, and steady drums; male vocals sitting upfront with a worn, storyteller tone. Choruses bloom with stacked harmonies and a melodic bassline; subtle electric guitar licks answer vocal phrases. Bridge pulls dynamics back to almost solo acoustic before full band swells back for a final, nostalgic chorus., world