Pan Full of Maybe

[Verse 1]
Boots full of gravel
Coffee burnt black in the pan
Map's just a rumor
Folded soft in my hand
Sun on my shoulders
Back talkin’ every step
Chasing a shimmer
A debt I ain’t paid yet
[Chorus]
Got a pan full of maybe
And a heart full of gold
Every river keeps a secret
That it never told
If it’s dust
If it’s nuggets
If it’s stories when I’m old
I’ll keep diggin’
Keep sifting
On the hunt for gold
[Verse 2]
Nails rimmed in river
Hands cracked
Red and raw
Talking to gravel
Like it might break the law
Campfire’s a circle
Of men and their ghosts
Each one swears he’s
This valley’s next host
[Chorus]
Got a pan full of maybe
And a heart full of gold
Every river keeps a secret
That it never told
If it’s dust
If it’s nuggets
If it’s stories when I’m old
I’ll keep diggin’
Keep sifting
On the hunt for gold
[Bridge]
Maybe it’s buried in the bank of this stream
Maybe it’s hiding in a life I ain’t dreamed
If I never strike it
Still I walked this road
Chasing a glimmer
Calling it gold
[Chorus]
Got a pan full of maybe
And a heart full of gold
Every river keeps a secret
That it never told
If it’s dust
If it’s nuggets
If it’s stories when I’m old
I’ll keep diggin’
Keep sifting
On the hunt for gold (on the hunt for gold)

Dusty campfire folk with a steady shuffle groove, brushed snare and upright bass, twangy acoustic and a lazy harmonica weaving in and out. Verses stay close and intimate; chorus widens with stacked male vocals and stomps. Bridge drops to just voice and guitar before everything crashes back for a singalong final hook.