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[Verse 1]
Grind-whistle coughs at the rusted mill gate,
Lunch-pail ghosts drift toward the interstate;
Payroll ink still wet on my palms—
Spend it like thunder in a clutch of psalms.
Snap-back stars on a mud-slick hood,
Cheap chrome sparks where the sawgrass stood.
Somebody texted, “Bring a string of lights,”
So we wired up the oaks like camping satellites.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.
[Verse 2]
Tailpipes beatbox on a crooked two-lane,
Kickdrum potholes rattle window-pane.
Cherry-lip smirk under brim-shadow eyes,
Slingshot laugh cuts the humid night.
Vinyl-hiss fiddle on a pirate FM,
Boot-print constellations stompin’ Amen.
Big-city SUVs edge the treeline gloom—
We’ll teach ’em how the locals fuel their moon.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.
[Verse 3]
Bonfire dragon breath kisses the sky,
Diesel perfume in a lullaby.
Heartbeats sync like a V-twin roll,
Gravel-road gospel saving restless souls.
Kissed my name in steam on her side-view glass,
Drew an arrow north that the dawn can’t pass.
Come sunrise, bills will call us back,
But right now forever fits in a truck-bed rack.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.
