Porch Light Dad by moneyhitz - Zona

Porch Light Dad

Porch Light Dad

moneyhitz

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Your boots by the door

Your keys in the bowl

You were home by the clock

But you weren't home at all

You’d say, “I’m here, son”

From the edge of the room

Like a chair in the corner

That nobody uses

[Pre-Chorus]

You'd look my way

Then look away

A whole hard mile

In a few short words

I learned real young

What silence means

When a man can stay

And still leave hurt

[Chorus]

You were there, but not really

There, but not really

I could reach out my hand

And still feel empty

You were there, but not really

There, but not really

Same old porch light glow

No heart in the memory

[Verse 2]

You showed up for the photo

For the game on Friday night

But missed every question

I had burning inside

I kept my straight face

Kept my voice small

You taught me how to stand up

While you taught me nothing at all

[Pre-Chorus]

Now I see that boy

In the mirror glass

Trying to make a home

From the pieces he had

I don't hate your ghost

I just hate the space

That a man can fill

And never stay

[Chorus]

You were there, but not really

There, but not really

I could reach out my hand

And still feel empty

You were there, but not really

There, but not really

Same old porch light glow

No heart in the memory

[Bridge]

I learned to fix my own fence

Tie my own tie

Swore I'd answer when they call

And mean it every time

If I got your shadow

I made something new

A little more honest

A little more true

[Chorus]

You were there, but not really

There, but not really

I could reach out my hand

And still feel empty

You were there, but not really

There, but not really

Same old porch light glow

No heart in the memory

Details

GeneratedMay 24, 2026

Duration4:29

LanguageEnglish

Style

Country ballad with brushed acoustic guitar, steady kick, pedal steel sighs, and a laid-back two-step feel; verse stays close and plain, pre-chorus lifts with harmony turns, chorus opens on a strong singback hook with gang vowels, bridge strips to solo guitar and a cracked lead vocal before the final chorus returns fuller. Warm, intimate mix with steel fills, handclaps on the backbeat, and small ear-candy licks between lines., country

Credits

Prompt by

moneyhitz

ModelAria v5.5

Prompt

A song about my dad being there but not really,country

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