There’s a quiet hum in the wires tonight,
The Krell machine learning how to smile,
Boots on the ground, eyes on the light,
No rush at all… just worthwhile miles.

[VERSE 1 | add upright bass, brushed drums]
We learned early on at jazz and jug,
How Thursday nights bend into dawn,
Some folks clocked off, some stayed snug,
Some showed up Friday and soldiered on.
Funny how the grind can polish a grin,
Turns out effort ages pretty well,
While others argued where life begins,
You were already ringing the bell.

[CHORUS | fuller strum, harmonica answers]
One step at a time, keep the tempo kind,
Not a race, not a lecture, just a human climb.
One step at a time, in a stubborn line,
With a laugh that arrives right at the punchline.
If the pace goes slow, that’s perfectly fine,
One step at a time.
(One step at a time.)

[VERSE 2 | subtle autumn ambience, light synth shimmer]
Red glow in the morning, public servant’s warning,
Sky says “steady now, choose your way,”
Cool damp air, the forest yawning,
Autumn writes notes you don’t rush away.
There’s a map in the leaves and the undergrowth,
Paths you learn by walking them through,
What once came free now asks an oath:
Match the world… let it come to you.

[PRE-CHORUS | synth bass walks upward]
And if the hallway’s grey, you paint it bright,
Too happy to stay in a gloomy scene,
You make the whole ward think, “wait… we’re alright,”
Like sunlight sneaking in where it hasn’t been.

[CHORUS | add backing choral vocals, brighter lift]
One step at a time and we're feeling fine,
Not a race, not a lecture, just a human climb.
One step at a time, in a stubborn line,
With a laugh that arrives just before the punchline.
If the pace starts slow, there's time to be kind,
One step at a time.

[VERSE 3 | jazz piano stabs, playful phrasing]
They said “see a resource, grab a resource,”
Make it loud, make it fast, stake your claim,
But you heard a different sort of discourse,
Not every treasure needs a name.
Rules said “break rules,” rules broke back,
Someone shouted from an accent sharp,
Still you followed the sound, not the flak,
Too friendly for art… too human for starch.

[BRIDGE | rhythmic pulse hint, restrained “doof doof”]
Doof doof, little rocket-heart,
Not too serious, not too stark,
See that Dragon dreaming start the spark,
Then back to the porchlight, back to the art.
Laugh at the rulebook, fold it small,
Put it in your pocket, forget it all,
Keep the grin, keep the signal strong,
Keep the cosmos in the singalong.

[BREAKDOWN | strip back to guitar + harmonica]
No speeches carved in marble tone,
No heroic banners unfurled,
Just the quiet bravery of going alone
And still staying in the world.

[FINAL CHORUS | full band, jaunty key lift]
One step at a time, that’s the whole design, One step at a time.)
Not a race, not a lecture, just a human climb.
One step at a time, draw a brighter line,
From the fog of “maybe” to “we’ll see in time.” (One step at a time.)
Past the waiting, past the winter’s sign,
One step at a time
(One step at a time.) (step step step)

[OUTRO / FUTURE VERSE | warm, hopeful close]
When the calendar turns without being pushed,
And Easter marks the time of renewals.
No hurry announced, no promise rushed,
Just a reason to pick up the tools.
A few days of strange noises and forest chills,
Static lifting from the ground,
Green wind blowing in from the hills
Just flanjed, tuned oscillators and sound.

[END | harmonica sustains, cosmic hum fades]
(One Step at a time)
(the world is fine)
(One Step at a time)
(step step step......)