[Verse 1]
He reads the room before he reads the menu twice,
Knows what's broken in a handshake, weighs it out precise,
Four planets crowded at the top, the whole world watching close,
He carries public life like a coat he never chose,
But every word he says cuts deeper than it shows,
He thinks in layers, speaks in truth, and everybody knows

[PreChorus]
Still he wonders if the message lands the way he means,
Whether what he said out loud matched what the listener sees

[Chorus]
Greg, you were built to stand where the hard decisions fall,
You read what no one says and you feel it all,
The voice they never quite caught fire holds a different kind of gold,
Greg, let the words run free now, let the real story be told

[Verse 2]
He don't love you from the surface, won't settle for the shore,
Once he's in, he's in completely, nothing less, and nothing more,
He remembers every slight the way a ledger holds a debt,
But that same memory carries kindness others just forget,
Between expansion and the pull to keep his feet on solid ground,
He's the man who dreams the rooftop while he's building what is sound

[PreChorus]
The tug between the open road and what he owes the day,
That friction forged the steadiness he's carrying on his way

[Chorus]
Greg, you've held the line when holding it cost you most,
Kept the fire burning quietly when others lost their post,
The loyalty you carry is the rarest kind of ore,
Greg, the man who digs that deep deserves to find what he is for

[Verse 3]
Now something's shifting in the wiring, like a dial turned clear,
The ideas that he buried under duty reappear,
He's the rebel with a blueprint, not a hammer, not a torch,
The one who rewires the system from the safety of his porch,
And the friends he never fully let across the threshold yet,
Are the circle waiting on the vision he ain't spoken yet

[PreChorus]
The life he mapped in somebody else's handwriting is done,
He's writing his own longitude now, straight into the sun

[Chorus]
Greg, the sky that shaped you never asked you to stay small,
Every time you spoke your truth the right rooms heard your call,
You were always worth the table at the head, not at the door,
Greg, pull up your chair and say the thing you've been saving for

[Bridge]
He spent too long translating himself into easy words,
Wondering if the truest things he carried would be heard,
But the man who feels the undercurrent in a crowded room,
Is the one whose voice, once trusted, cuts straight through

[Outro]
The stars that shaped you, Greg, they haven't finished yet,
Go speak the unguarded version, the one you haven't let,
The best of what you're holding is still ahead of you