[Verse 1]
She was born with two minds running in one chest,
A kitchen full of questions, never time to rest,
The family table held her like a hinge holds a door,
She kept the whole house standing while she swept the floor,
Every story she collected, every voice she'd tend,
Her roots grew deep enough to outlast any wind

[PreChorus]
But carrying the archive of everyone's old pain
Doesn't leave much shelf space for your own refrain

[Chorus]
Jeanette, the full moon's climbing over every hill you've known,
It's pulling back the curtain on the seeds that you have sown,
You built the home that held them all — now look what you have grown,
Jeanette, the sky is saying you don't have to do this alone

[Verse 2]
She thinks in parallel — two threads on the same loom,
A steady mind that memorizes every word in every room,
She loves the way a good conversation catches fire,
She'll find the joke inside the grief, the truth inside the liar,
But the part she never says out loud, the price of being quick —
Is that nobody thinks to ask her which idea makes her sick

[PreChorus]
The tension between logic and the thing that whispers low
Has been the sharpest compass she has ever had to know

[Chorus]
Jeanette, the full moon's wide and generous tonight above your name,
It's not exposing what you lack — it's illuminating your flame,
You've been the bright connective thread through everything that came,
Jeanette, the harvest doesn't ask the field to justify its claim

[Verse 3]
She chose her partnerships the way she'd choose a word —
With care for weight and meaning, for the music to be heard,
But even when the mirror cracked, she showed up with more grace,
Left the door ajar for those who needed somewhere safe,
Now something older than the doubt is clearing off the shelf,
And the moon is asking Jeanette to make that room for herself

[PreChorus]
The vision that she carried like a secret in her coat
Was always meant to be declared, not swallowed in her throat

[Chorus]
Jeanette, the full moon's steady as the truths you've always kept,
It's honoring the miles you walked, the contracts you have met,
The wandering philosopher who never once forget —
Jeanette, the sky has always known, and it isn't finished yet

[Bridge]
The letter that she drafted but never chose to send,
The fourth draft of a life she's learned to finally defend,
What she called her restlessness was really her direction —
The full moon rises on a woman worth her own reflection

[Outro]
Jeanette, the light is yours,
It always was behind those open doors