[Verse 1]
Cold wind on the windows, snowin' slow and soft,
We pile into the kitchen, boots kicked off the floor.
Bill's pourin' moonshine, Tammi hums an old refrain,
Old pictures on the table, names scribbled in the frame.
Photo reads “Campfire ’03” — Wyatt with his crooked hat,
Michelle's wearing lipstick like she’s never lookin' back.
Robert winks and says, “Remember when I lost my keys in Reno?”
Trish spits out laughter, Casey says, “Let’s go!” and that’s our tempo.
[Chorus]
Moonshine memories by the firelight,
Sippin' whiskey, laughin' through the night.
Timed lights set to tumble, then that one reb ball light,
Moonshine memories — keepin' our hearts alright.
[Verse 2]
Tammi's makin' plans: “We’ll hit Vegas, roll them dice,”
Bill says, “We’ll be swimmin’ in Mexico by next July.”
Casey pulls a postcard — it says “Ocean, sand and lime,”
Michelle jokes, “Our passports expired with our prime.”
Robert tells a story 'bout a girl at a county fair,
How laughter turned to chaos when he tried to tumble in the air.
Trish wipes a tear, says, “We don’t fix the past, we stitch it,”
Wyatt by the window watches breath make little myths of it.
[Pre-Chorus]
Photos faded at the edges, every crack a kind of grace,
Names and scribbled dates that put us all back in place.
[Chorus]
Moonshine memories by the firelight,
Sippin' whiskey, laughin' through the night.
Timed lights set to tumble, then that one reb ball light,
Moonshine memories — keepin' our hearts alright.
[Bridge]
We ain't got long on the calendar — the truth is a quiet bell,
So we raise a glass for the stories that we tell.
These cold nights are ledger lines for love and sins and delight,
We stitch our lives together under that blinking light.
[Chorus — Alternate Hook]
Moonshine memories, yeah, they warm us like a song,
That reb ball light keeps blinkin' like the years rollin' on.
Sippin' whiskey, laughin' through the night,
Timed lights tumble — and everything feels right.
[Outro]
Here’s to Bill and Tammi, Robert, Trish and Casey too,
To Michelle and Wyatt — to the nights that pull us through.
Photographs and moonshine, plans for Vegas and the sea,
Timed lights set to tumble, that one reb ball light — and we.
Moonshine memories by the firelight,
We’ll keep these stories burnin’ through the night.
