Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your boots still by the back door Helmet on the hallway chair Coffee stain on your old flannel Like you just stepped out for air I still hear that engine grumble Every time the thunder rolls Say you had to take a long road I just pray it healed your bones [Chorus] Ride the quiet thunder Through a sky that doesn’t hurt Kick the stand up Lean in closer Leave the weight of all that burn If you can hear me where you’re running Past the stars Past all this fear Ride the quiet thunder Dad I hope it’s softer there [Verse 2] Nurses whispered in the half-light Tubes and tape and tired eyes You still tried to crack a bad joke While the clock hands lied and lied I held tight to every rattle Counting every shallow breath Begged the ceiling for a mercy Something kinder than that bed [Chorus] Ride the quiet thunder Through a sky that doesn’t hurt Kick the stand up Lean in closer Leave the weight of all that burn If you can hear me where you’re running Past the stars Past all this fear Ride the quiet thunder Dad I hope it’s softer there [Bridge] I remember every Sunday Grease and laughter on your hands You said “Kid This life is heavy But you ride it while you can” (while you can) So I’ll raise this broken chorus Like a glass with shaking pride You were more than all that ending You were every mile we tried [Chorus] Ride the quiet thunder Through a sky that doesn’t hurt Kick the stand up Lean in closer Leave the weight of all that burn If you can hear me where you’re running Past the stars Past all this fear Ride the quiet thunder Dad I hope it’s softer there [Outro] If there’s a long road over heaven Take the curves for both of us Leave a space beside your shadow I’ll catch up when I’m done (oh-oh) Ride the quiet thunder Till the pain forgets your name
Tags
rock, Moody alt-rock ballad driven by low-tuned guitars and tom-heavy drums; intimate verses with close-mic’d male vocals, rasp right on the edge of breaking. Choruses swell with a funeral-choir-style backing section and wide, distorted guitars. Dynamics rise from hushed, almost a cappella lines into towering, cathartic hooks, then fall to a fragile bridge with reverb-soaked clean guitar before a final, soaring outro., male vocals, sad
Duration
3:34
Instrumental
No
Created
1/25/2026