Autumn Days

Autumn Days

Verse 1

Cut the rope.

Let it drift.

We’ve done careful — today’s a gift.

Wind’s up.

So are we.

Heading out

To sea.

Hands on the helm —

You, then me.

Still loving

Recklessly.

Verse 2

Take the narrow creek — why not?

Worst case, we turn the yacht.

Map says safe.

We bend the rules.

Full speed ahead

We’re nobody’s fools.

Some days we lean into the tide,

Some days we let it slide.

Half of life is holding course,

Half is “let’s just see.”

Pre-Chorus

The light is softer now —

Let's turn it up.

Yellow spilling everywhere,

Fill the whole damn cup.

Chorus

These autumn days?

We’re not done.

We’re getting louder in the sun.

No dock talk.

No slow fade.

We’re painting wide

No careful shade.

Let the wind misbehave,

Let the current try —

We’ll steer, we’ll drift, we’ll laugh too hard.

Ain't no goodbye.

Verse 3

Silver’s just a better chrome.

Seasoned doesn’t mean “stay home.”

Miles we haven’t run,

Creeks that still look fun.

Two sets of hands —

That’s our deal.

One on the wheel,

One on what’s real.

If the sky goes gold,

We’ll paint it bold.

Just you and me

Bridge

If this is “later,”

Pour it tall.

We didn’t come this far

Just to stall.

No harbor hymn.

No curtain call.

We’re still mid-laugh.

That says it all.

Final Chorus

These autumn days —

Wide and fast.

We’re not rehearsing for the past.

No mooring rope.

No folded sail.

Let's make our stories off the rail.

Wind ahead.

Tide in play.

Still choosing to begin each day

Throttles down

Brush in hand

And loving it that way

Come on, baby.

Let’s paint.

Come on, baby

Let’s paint.