No One Coming

[Verse 1]
Old coffee in a chipped white cup
His jacket still hangs by the door
I keep thinking I might call him up
Then I remember
I can't anymore
Bills stacked on the kitchen chair
His toolbox rusting in the rain
Funny how the quiet in this house
Sounds exactly like his name
[Chorus]
There ain't no one coming
Through that screen door light
No strong hands lifting
All this weight of mine
If I'm gonna stand up
In this skin I’m in
I gotta learn to be the one
Who shows up in the end
[Verse 2]
He taught me how to change a tire
Said
"Son
This world can be unkind"
But he never got to finish
The last line of that rhyme
So I'm patching up his wisdom
With these long and lonely drives
Talking to his shadow
On the shoulder of my mind
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I keep waiting on a sign
Some burning bush
Some bright red sky
But all I get is this moment
And the sound of my own life
So I’m writing him an answer
With each breath that I still get
If the rescue never finds me
I’ll be my own safety net
[Chorus]

pop, Gravity-era John Mayer vibe: clean Strat neck pickup through warm tube breakup, roomy reverb, pocket drums with brushed snare and laid-back ghost notes. Intimate male vocals right at the mic, close and confessional. Choruses bloom with subtle organ pad, stacked low harmonies, and a round P-bass gluing it together; tasteful guitar fills answer vocal lines between phrases., clean, blues, warm, slow, vocal