Pan Full of Sun

[Verse 1]
Coffee gone cold
Frost on my hands
Creek keeps on talking
Like it understands
Boots full of gravel
Back full of ache
Been chasing a shimmer
That might be a mistake
[Chorus]
But I keep panning
Panning
Panning
In this Rocky Mountain cold
Swirling all my yesterdays
Watching every dream get sold
I’m down to my last good prayer
My last sliver of soul
One more turn of river sand
For a pan full of sun like gold
[Verse 2]
Pockets near empty
Tent full of wind
Letters from home
I don’t dare open
Sky getting heavy
Clouds running low
I’m talking to the water
Saying
“Tell me when to go”
[Chorus]
Still I keep panning
Panning
Panning
In this Rocky Mountain cold
Swirling all my yesterdays
Watching every dream get sold
I’m down to my last good prayer
My last sliver of soul
One more turn of river sand
For a pan full of sun like gold
[Bridge]
Then the world goes quiet
Like it’s holding its breath (oh)
Tiny sparks in the muddy gray
Catching what light is left
My hands start shaking
Heart starts to roar
A river of little suns
I ain’t empty anymore
[Chorus]
Now I’m laughing
Laughing
Laughing
In this Rocky Mountain cold
Tears on my dirty face
Arms full of shining hope
I was down to my last good prayer
My last sliver of soul
Took one more turn of river sand
Found a pan full of sun like gold

Acoustic Americana with male vocals, brushed snare, upright bass, and fiddle fills. Verses stay sparse around a worn acoustic guitar; chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a steady train-groove. Subtle organ swells lift the final hook as the energy rises from weary to triumphant.