Whole Sky

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Intro

Purple-orange bleeding across the lot, one light left flickering on the pole like it clocking out too Pocket full of tape, grape candy from a kid who didn't have to say thank you with her eyes I breathe out the whole night in one long exhale that finally lets the chest ease

Verse 1

Feet still humming from the floor but the sky don't care about the ache in my bones Two doors yank open before my hand even finds the handle, "you heading east?" Another voice from the back seat, "windows down, we singing whatever the wind throws" The on-ramp is calling like a siren that finally learned how to sing back We don't talk about the rooms we left or the names that won't leave our heads The grape in my pocket is the only proof the night had any softness left Purple bleeding into orange, the lot emptying slow like a held breath released I breathe out the whole night in one long exhale that finally lets the chest ease The tape on my scrubs still carries the scent of the room we just walked out of But the candy wrapper crinkles like a secret the kid didn't mean to give away We don't need to say the codes or the calls that followed us all the way to the door The sky is doing all the talking now and it don't stutter, it don't pause The kid's grape taste still sweet on my tongue like the one good thing the shift couldn't steal Three of us now, windows down, the wind carrying the names we don't say out loud

Pre-chorus

The weight in my chest starts lifting with the first streak of light across the dash No more codes, no more calls, just this stretch of open road and endless sky We hit sixty and the wind takes the rest of the story we don't need to tell tonight

Chorus

Whole sky mine this morning Whole sky mine this morning Ain't no ceiling on this feeling Whole sky mine this morning

Verse 2

One of us hits a note that don't belong and we all break into the kind of laugh that hurts good Grape candy passed around like communion on the highway, sweet cutting through diesel and dawn The sky keeps opening wider, like it was waiting for three night-shifters to claim it out loud For three exits we are the only ones awake, owning every cloud, every streak, every sound The high note cracks again and we laugh harder, the kind that makes the chest feel light The candy is gone but the taste stays, grape and gratitude mixing in the morning light The on-ramp behind us now, the highway stretching like the sky gave us permission Three voices, one car, one sky that finally feels like it belongs to us The wind through the windows smells like rain that never fell and coffee that finally kicked in We scream the high part wrong on purpose just to hear the laugh that follows

Bridge

I walked in with my name on a badge and a list of things that couldn't wait till morning I walk out with the whole sky sitting in my chest like it always belonged there waiting And these two who didn't have to pile in but did, because some things the sky won't let you carry alone The badge stays in the glove box, the list stays in the rearview, the sky stays right here Three night-shifters who clocked out together and claimed what the night tried to steal

Chorus

Whole sky mine this morning Whole sky ours this morning Ain't no ceiling on this feeling Whole sky mine this morning

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01 / The opening

Purple-orange bleeding across the lot, one light left flickering on the pole like it clocking out too Pocket full of tape, grape candy from a kid who didn't have to say thank you with her eyes

02 / A returning thought

The weight in my chest starts lifting with the first streak of light across the dash No more codes, no more calls, just this stretch of open road and endless sky

03 / The last image