Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Thought it was just Friday Couple beers, old friends You said you’d call your mama You never called again Preacher read your story Over folding chairs We all wore our best shirts Wiped our eyes, stared at the air [Chorus] It’s one more photo on the dresser One more name we carve in stone One more song that hits me harder When I drive back home alone We keep lighting up these candles Like they’ll keep the dark away Fentanyl keeps stealing faces Till there’s too many names to say [Verse 2] They found her by the window TV humming low Little brother tried to wake her Didn’t wanna let her go Doctor used big letters Mama heard one word Another folded flag of hope Another prayer never heard [Chorus] It’s one more photo on the dresser One more name we carve in stone One more sweatshirt on the hanger No one’s ever putting on We keep lighting up these candles Like they’ll keep the dark away Fentanyl keeps stealing faces Till there’s too many names to say [Bridge] How did something so tiny Turn our whole world to black You think you’re just chasing a feeling You don’t get a second chance I’m begging every stranger Every kid who feels alone Please don’t be another story That we’re crying over back home (hey) [Chorus] It’s one more photo on the dresser One more chair that stays pushed in One more birthday on the calendar We won’t get to sing again So we’re lighting up these candles Till the hurt begins to fade Fentanyl keeps stealing faces God, there’s too many names to say [Outro] I whisper each one softly Till my own voice slips away
Tags
country, Soft modern country ballad, male vocals. Slow 6/8 sway with brushed kit, warm upright bass, and fingerpicked acoustic guitar. Pedal steel weaves gentle countermelodies. Verses stay intimate and hushed; chorus blooms with close three-part harmonies and subtle piano pads. Dynamic build into the final chorus, then a stripped last line sung almost a cappella., slow, soft
Duration
3:52
Instrumental
No
Created
4/3/2026