Songs · Experienceography

Ink on the Map

First draft

Verse 1

The thread is in a knot,
The map is blank and wide,
So Austin lights a flame
And asks us all inside.

Verse 2

Ten years of fading photographs,
A book that won’t begin,
A business tangled in the brush,
We let the doers in.

A quest appears upon the board,
A marker made of gold,
And strangers pull their chairs around
Before the tale is told.

Chorus

This is Experienceography,
We find the path and set it free.
You can’t make a map from your desk, my friend,
Together we walk till the journey’s end.

We go to the field, we bring it back,
We think on our hands and light our path,
We write it down and we let it grow
In the warmest light that the fire can show.

Outro

The quest is done, the fire is low,
We sleep beneath the sky,
And ready for another day,
With wonder in our eye.

Ink On Our Hands

Verse 1 · Sparse & cozy

The thread is in a knot,
The map is blank and wide,
So Austin lights a flame,
And asks us all inside.

Verse 2 · The party gathers

Ten years of fading photographs,
A book that won’t begin,
A business tangled in the brush,
We let the doers in.

A quest appears upon the board,
A marker made of gold,
And strangers pull their chairs around,
Before the tale is told.

Chorus · Big, joyful & communal

This is Experienceography,
We find the path and set it free!
You can’t make a map from your desk, my friend,
Together we walk till the journey’s end.

We go to the field, we bring it back,
With ink on our hands and a lighter pack,
We write it down and we let it grow,
In the warmest light that the fire can show.

Verse 3 · The campaign & quest

From campaign into campaign now,
The chronicle expands,
With every maker finding space,
And taking hold of hands.

We cross the ridge and ford the stream,
Through forests dark and deep,
And what was once a tangled mess,
Is now a promise we will keep.

Chorus · Repeat

This is Experienceography… (chorus again)

Outro · Warm campfire fade