Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I left Tampa with a full tank
and a cracked white line in my head
Sky turned green over the marsh
while the gulls cut hard overhead
My truck shook through the downpour
past cane and oyster shells
I had questions in the back seat
and a map that never tells
[Pre-Chorus]
The rain came slamming sideways
like it knew my name
Fiddle cried on the shoulder
and the steel sang blame
I said, "Lord, if there's a reason"
(there's a reason)
Give me one I can hold
[Chorus]
Pass through the storm
Pass through the storm
Keep on moving, keep on moving
Pass through the storm
(oh, pass through the storm)
I got to find my way home
[Verse 2]
On a dock in Cedar Key
I watched brown water rise
Old men talked about the seasons
with salt stuck in their eyes
A preacher on the radio
said trouble won't last
But the moon kept hiding
behind those breaking masts
[Pre-Chorus]
So I folded up my anger
like a shirt in the rain
Let the thunder wash my sorrow
let it ring through my veins
I said, "If I lose my footing"
(if I lose my footing)
Let me still know my soul
[Chorus]
Pass through the storm
Pass through the storm
Keep on moving, keep on moving
Pass through the storm
(oh, pass through the storm)
I got to find my way home
[Bridge]
And when the sky split open
over pensacola bay
I saw the light in the wreckage
I saw the night give way
Maybe meaning ain't a miracle
maybe it learns to grow
In a busted-up heart
that refuses to fold
[Chorus]
Pass through the storm
Pass through the storm
Keep on moving, keep on moving
Pass through the storm
(oh, pass through the storm)
I got to find my way home
[Outro]
Gulf wind, take my worry
to the mangroves and the sand
I been lost in the chaos
but I'm standing where I stand
Pass through the storm
(through the storm)
Pass through the storm
Details
GeneratedJul 4, 2026
Duration4:54
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country blues with a slow swaying pocket, deep bass and hard drums; verse rides dusty guitar and rain-streaked imagery, pre-chorus tightens with fiddle answers and a rising steel cry, chorus opens wide with gang harmonies and a chantable hook. Male vocals, close-mic and weathered, with short delay throws, porch-rail handclaps, wind gust swells, and a bright gritty mix., world, country blues, deep
Credits
Prompt by
CrystalJam101
CrystalJam101ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Country blues deep bass and hard drums rainmaker steel guitar and fiddle about passing through storms and triumph on the gulf coast of Florida trying to find meaning in a chaotic world
