Screw It, Let's Do It (Richard Branson)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You stand at the edge of the tarmac grinning,
another machine waiting to carry your dream,
your mirror neurons firing at cabin pressure,
reading the fear in a stranger's breath
and turning it sideways into wonder—
that's the trick you've always known:
terror and joy share the same neural socket.

[Chorus]
You've mapped the sky like it's your own living room,
every route a synaptic firing, every flight a new bloom,
your hands on the wheel while the whole world spins,
you've taught us to live in the space we're in,
to chase the horizon without asking permission,
to turn every boundary into a threshold.

[Verse 2]
Your cortex remaps with each new venture—
the branching axons of your ambition
won't stay still, won't calcify,
won't let the myelin sheath slow you down.
You've got neurogenesis in your ribcage,
building fresh neurons while most people settle,
your predictive coding already sketching
the next impossible thing into existence.

[Chorus]
You've mapped the sky like it's your own living room,
every route a synaptic firing, every flight a new bloom,
your hands on the wheel while the whole world spins,
you've taught us to live in the space we're in,
to chase the horizon without asking permission,
to turn every boundary into a threshold.

[Bridge]
Your interoception reads the room's hunger—
you feel what people need before they know it,
and your long-term potentiation
remembers every person who said no,
just to prove the synapse stronger.

[Chorus]
You've mapped the sky like it's your own living room,
every route a synaptic firing, every flight a new bloom,
your hands on the wheel while the whole world spins,
you've taught us to live in the space we're in,
to chase the horizon without asking permission,
to turn every boundary into a threshold.

[Outro]
That grin at the cabin door—
you're still there, still ascending,
still teaching the nervous system how to smile at altitude.

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