

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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.
3:02
No
1/30/2026