High Above The Tree Line

[Verse 1]
Board in the back of the busted Jeep
Bag in the pocket of my thrift-store jeans
Laugh in the mirror
Eyes already low
Map on the dash
Chase the first-day snow
[Chorus]
High above the tree line
Lungs full
Heart wide
Cold in my teeth as I carve that white sky
Ash on my glove
Let the lift pass by
I’m lost
I’m fine
High above the tree line
I finally feel right
[Verse 2]
Lift chair swinging like a cheap stage light
You pass the lighter
I pass the time
Smoke in my hood
Frost on your hair
If there’s a heaven
It’s this thin air
[Chorus]
High above the tree line
Lungs full
Heart wide
Cold in my teeth as I carve that white sky
Ash on my glove
Let the lift pass by
I’m lost
I’m fine
High above the tree line
I finally feel right
[Bridge]
Face mask down
Can’t see my grin (hey!)
Brain runs slow while the world spins quick
Drop that edge
Let the doubts fall back
It’s just me
This run
And a fresh-cut track
[Chorus]
High above the tree line
Lungs full
Heart wide
Cold in my teeth as I carve that white sky
Ash on my glove
Let the lift pass by
I’m lost
I’m fine
High above the tree line
I finally feel right

Crunchy pop-punk energy, bright distorted guitars and tight live drums; male vocals with a raw, grinning edge. Verses sit half-spoken over chugging power chords, then choruses explode with wide gang shouts and octave leads. Middle section drops to toms and bass for a shout-along hook before a final, full-stack chorus.