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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Minivan humming in the driveway
You’re lacing up another pair of shoes
One’s got softball, one’s got tumbling
The little one’s crying ‘cause she can’t find her boots
You kiss my cheek, say “see you later”
Phone in your hand, you’re already gone
I’m halfway out the door to overtime
Leaving every light on
[Chorus]
We’re strangers in our own house
Passing like cars on a four-lane road
Same last name, same front door
But I miss the girl I used to know
We talk about schedules, grades and bills
Till the words just run out
Sleeping back to back at midnight
Strangers in our own house
[Verse 2]
Your coffee cup’s cold on the counter
My tie’s lying on the kitchen chair
There’s glitter in the sink from some school project
And soccer mud everywhere
Fridge full of pictures and permission slips
Calendar full every single day
But I can’t remember the last Friday night
We just threw the plans away
[Chorus]
We’re strangers in our own house
Passing like trains in the pouring rain
Same old bed, same old vows
But it’s like we’re living separate lanes
We talk about pickups, drop-offs, drills
Till the words just wear out
Holding onto opposite edges
Strangers in our own house
[Bridge]
Do you ever miss that cheap red wine?
Bare feet slow-dancing in the hall (oh oh)
Before three girls called you “mama”
You were the prettiest mess I ever saw
Maybe next week we find a sitter
Turn off every screen and light
Look you in the eyes at the kitchen table
And learn your face again tonight
[Chorus]
‘Cause I don’t want strangers in our own house
I want your laugh shaking these four walls
Your hand finding mine in the darkness
Your head on my chest when the hard days fall
Let’s talk ‘bout dreams and dumb old wishes
Till the daylight runs out
I’ll be your husband, you be my best friend
Not strangers in our own house
Details
GeneratedFeb 14, 2026
Duration3:29
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Warm 90s country ballad with male vocals, brushed drums and gentle acoustic guitars. Steel guitar weaves in and out, with a soft fiddle lifting the chorus. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus opens wider with rich harmonies and a steady backbeat, building to a tender, hopeful final lift.
Credits
Prompt byUpbeatInput769
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A 90’s country song about a wife and husband to busy for each other always taking the 3 girls to practices or working and they feel like strangers
