[Intro] [Acoustic guitar fades in with a shimmering chorus effect] [Steady, driving percussion begins] (Airy vocalizing: Ooh-ooh, the Great Water...)

[Verse 1] Leaving the motel with the neon sign flickering The morning is quiet, no traffic or bickering Just the Irish girl running where the timber meets sand On the edge of the lake, on the edge of the land My trainers are hitting the shoulder of the road Lightening the weight of a traveler’s load The air is different here, it’s cedar and cold A freshwater story that’s never been told

[Pre-Chorus] [Synthesizers swell like a rising tide] The dunes are like mountains made out of gold The pines are a secret the centuries hold I’m running through blue, I’m running through green The widest horizon I’ve ever seen

[Chorus] [Full cinematic explosion of sound and harmony] Oh, it’s sweet like the cherry on a roadside stand Black cherry velvet in the palm of my hand A ghost of a summer with the screen door swing The magic that only the Great Lakes bring The rhythm is humming, a nostalgic chord Across the bridge where the spirits soared Tender and vast, the Michigan breeze Running through giants, the old-growth trees

[Verse 2] [Bassline drives forward, mimicking a steady running pace] Past the white lighthouses, the guardians of light Flashing a "welcome" in the middle of night My shadow is dancing on the dune’s high crest The heart of the Midwest beating in my chest The male vocal steady, like the engine’s hum The female voice rising till the senses go numb I’m far from the Liffey, but I feel at home Where the freshwater breaks into crystalline foam

[Pre-Chorus] The dunes are like mountains made out of gold The pines are a secret the centuries hold I’m running through blue, I’m running through green The widest horizon I’ve ever seen

[Chorus] Oh, it’s sweet like the cherry on a roadside stand Black cherry velvet in the palm of my hand A ghost of a summer with the screen door swing The magic that only the Great Lakes bring The rhythm is humming, a nostalgic chord Across the bridge where the spirits soared Tender and vast, the Michigan breeze Running through giants, the old-growth trees

[Bridge] [The music strips back to a shimmering synth pad and a heartbeat kick] Close your eyes... can you feel the spray? The way the "Big Sea" washes the world away It’s not salt, it’s just pure, clear blue A dream of a girl who is passing through (Harmonies: Passing through... so clear... so blue)