Powder to the people

Board in the bag

Stamp in the page

Red-eye flight

New timezone, same rage (let’s go)

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Touch down Narita, jet lag, deep freeze

Vending machine coffee, steam in the breeze

Train to the hills, watch the gray turn white

Tiny town signs, neon on rice fields at night

Ryokan slippers, tatami on my feet

Onsen steam rising while it’s dumping in the street

Pray to the forecast, hands in my coat

“Please let it stack,” like I’m counting each float

Deep powder, I can’t feel the ground

Face full of snow, can’t hear a sound

Lost in the trees, just me and the mountain

Turn after turn, that’s freedom I’m counting

Deep powder, whole world in slow

Spray in the air like a white halo

Trip to the peaks, I ain’t tryna come back

Japan in my lungs, leave a dream in my tracks (yeah)

First lift creaks, cold breath through the mask

Local old heads with a lifetime pass

Nods in the queue, we don’t share a tongue

But we speak same language when the leg burn comes

Duck that rope, little side hit stash

Snow up to the thigh when I straight-line past

Slash by the pines, bark dust on the coat

Hit one pillow, then I just… float

Goggles all foggy, wipe with the glove

Hear my own laugh echo, fall in love

Pocket full of yen, ramen on the break

Steam on the glass while it pounds on the lake

Deep powder, I can’t feel the ground

Face full of snow, can’t hear a sound

Lost in the trees, just me and the mountain

Turn after turn, that’s freedom I’m counting

Deep powder, whole world in slow

Spray in the air like a white halo

Trip to the peaks, I ain’t tryna come back

Japan in my lungs, leave a dream in my tracks (yeah, yeah)

Night lights glow on the falling storm (woo)

We still ride when the legs feel torn

Lift shuts down but the crew still hikes

Headlamp beams drawing lines on the ice

Every step up, every breath, that burn

Every small pain for a big clean turn

If heaven got runs, it look like this

White room, wipe out, still pure bliss (uh)

Deep powder, I can’t feel the ground

Face full of snow, can’t hear a sound

Lost in the trees, just me and the mountain

Turn after turn, that’s freedom I’m counting

Deep powder, whole world in slow

Spray in the air like a white halo

Trip to the peaks, I ain’t tryna come back

Japan in my lungs, leave a dream in my tracks (powder)