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[Verse 1]
I kept my mouth shut
When your eyes asked why
I held that grudge
Like a coin in my side
Now the house is quiet
And the years ran thin
I see your ghost
In the shape of the wind
[Pre-Chorus]
I was always late
To the truth I knew
Kept a hundred words
Beneath my boots
Now the floorboards creak
With the weight I laid
And every old excuse
Has gone to grave
[Chorus]
On my way out
I see it clear
What I left unsaid
What I held back here
On my way out
I pay that cost
Loved the wrong things
And I loved the right ones lost (on my way out)
[Verse 2]
I should've called home
When the porch light burned
Should've sat at that table
And let my heart learn
Should've said I'm sorry
Should've said I was scared
Should've held your hand
Like I meant to be there
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the miles are gone
And the clock won't bend
I hear every goodbye
I never sent
If love was a door
I walked past mine
Too proud to knock
Too old to try
[Chorus]
On my way out
I see it clear
What I left unsaid
What I held back here
On my way out
I pay that cost
Loved the wrong things
And I loved the right ones lost (on my way out)
[Bridge]
If I had one more dawn
I'd mend what broke
Say your name out loud
Let that old hurt go
But the river's high
And the road is thin
I'm already halfway
To where I begin
[Final Chorus]
On my way out
I see it clear
What I left unsaid
What I held back here
On my way out
No more disguise
I loved too little
With my own goodbyes (on my way out)
Details
GeneratedJun 19, 2026
Duration4:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
Slow sad country ballad with brushed drums, fingerpicked acoustic guitar, pedal steel swells, and a steady half-time pulse; verse stays sparse and close-mic, pre-chorus opens with rising harmony and a muted fiddle line, chorus lands with full pedal steel and stacked male vocals on the hook. Soft harmonica tail, tape hiss, and a final lift into a stripped last chorus. Male vocals, intimate and worn, with sighing doubles and short delay throws on the title phrase., country, sad, slow
Credits
Prompt by
DarkHorse095
DarkHorse095ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A slow sad country song about regret called On my way out. About life being over and not saying what should be said, or doing what should have been done, loving who should have been loved, male
