Center of Gravity

Intro

Crackle of a vinyl record, distant laughter, smooth jazz piano chords

Verse

Yo, there’s a plant in South Utah, scent is hard to define

Like petrichor hitting the dust right at the finish line.

It’s 6 PM, the Gong is ringing, let the record spin

Tracing back the lineage of how the "now" has been.

Aaron, you the steady North, the center of the weight,

Rolling up the sleeves to keep the vision on a plate.

From 15-minute onboarding to earthquakes that we shook,

I’m glad it’s you beside me in the pages of this book.

It’s more than just the numbers or the cells inside the sheet,

It’s the chemistry of people making everything complete.

Chorus

You’re the center of gravity, the calm inside the flame,

The duck above the water while you’re winning at the game.

It’s basketball, not golf—yeah, we’re moving as a tribe,

With a little bit of voodoo and a heavy-duty vibe.

In a world of constant friction, you’re the ones who find the way,

I’d choose this table every time, at the end of every day.

Verse

Merrick, you’re the architect, the map inside the maze,

While Lauren bends the light in those creative finance ways.

The solver, the enabler, you never just say "no,"

You build a bridge to "yes" just to see the garden grow.

Mike, you’re like the petrichor, cool and so collected,

When the heat is on the building, you’re the one who kept it protected.

And Callie, that’s that magic, that voodoo in your hand,

Holding down the lifeblood for the people of the land.

Bridge

I see the CEO in Conrad, open to the truth,

Taking crazy thoughts and turning ‘em to 80-proof.

Russ, you took the pitch decks and you drew a better story,

The side-by-side journey from the grit into the glory.

Casey, you’re the fixer, three steps ahead of time,

With Rick closing the gap to make the January shine.

It’s a discipline of heart, yeah, a dedication to the craft,

Building something timeless on this human, hand-drawn draft.

Chorus

You’re the center of gravity, the calm inside the flame,

The duck above the water while you’re winning at the game.

It’s basketball, not golf—yeah, we’re moving as a tribe,

With a little bit of voodoo and a heavy-duty vibe.

In a world of constant friction, you’re the ones who find the way,

I’d choose this table every time, at the end of every day.

Outro

Yeah. Pick it while it’s fresh. Harvest the memory... put it to the test.

Captured on the Gong, now it’s living in the track.

This is where we started. No looking back. (Peace.)