Verse 1
He wrote by the light of a half-dead bulb,
With a coffee-stained hand and a heart full of rub,
Said, “Mama, I’m sorry I stayed away,
I thought I had time, I thought I’d make my way.”
He could hear that old house in the back of his mind,
The screen door slamming, the supper bell chime,
And all them little moments he swore he’d come back for,
Now they felt like a song through a closed front door.
Chorus
It’s a one-way letter from a boy to home,
Full of the things he should’ve said long ago,
He was trying to be tough, trying not to break,
Trying to carry more than a heart could take.
But the words stayed there, where the silence begins,
Like a prayer on paper he never sent.
Verse 2
He remembered that truck, that first set of keys,
A dirt road, a preacher, and a teenage dream,
His daddy said, “Son, don’t waste your days,”
But he did just enough to learn regret the hard way.
Now every mile felt like a price he paid,
Every scar had a name, every night had a shade,
And he’d trade every medal, every mile, every fight,
For one more supper table and one more porch light.
Chorus
It’s a one-way letter from a boy to home,
Full of the things he should’ve said long ago,
He was trying to be tough, trying not to break,
Trying to carry more than a heart could take.
But the words stayed there, where the silence begins,
Like a prayer on paper he never sent.
Verse 3
Back home, she found it in a worn-out box,
Folded up neat with the edges soft,
She read every line and sat down slow,
Like a part of her baby boy just came back home.
No grand speech, no last goodbye,
Just a mama and a letter and a room full of sky,
And she held that page like it held his soul,
While the quiet in the house said more than she’d ever know.
Bridge
If you’re still here and you’ve still got time,
Say the hard things before they leave your mind,
‘Cause love don’t wait and hearts don’t warn,
And some goodbyes are born before they’re born.
Final Chorus
It’s a one-way letter from a boy to home,
Full of the things he should’ve said long ago,
He was trying to be tough, trying not to break,
Trying to carry more than a heart could take.
But the words stayed there, where the silence begins,
Like a prayer on paper he never sent.
Outro
So make the call, say the name,
Hold on tight while you still can,
‘Cause a life can change in a breath,
And love’s best words are said before the end.
