Prompt / Lyrics
V E R S E 1 G He sat at the kitchen table, Em calendar open, pen in hand, C mapping out the next ten years D like he had that kind of plan. G Em C D The mortgage, the promotion, the savings finally getting there — all the visible horizons spread out like answers to a prayer. P R E - C H O R U S Am C But his daughter called him to the window — "Daddy, come and see the light." Am Am D The sun was setting gold behind the water tower, burning up the ordinary night. C H O R U S G D Em C Teach me to number my days, lay my plans on the altar, trade my grip on the temporary for a heart that won't falter. G What I can see will all fade — D the calendar, the clutter, Em C D G but the things I cannot touch or name will outlast every summer. So teach me to number my days. V E R S E 2 G Em C D He picked her up and held her, watched the colors burn and thin, felt the weight of her small body — something holy pressing in. G Em C D The spreadsheets and the deadlines still waited where he left them there, but the room had shifted somehow — he could feel it in the air. P R E - C H O R U S 2 Am C Am D She said, "I love you" like it cost her nothing, like it was the easiest truth. And he thought — this is the thing that doesn't perish, this is something built to last beyond the roof. C H O R U S G Teach me to number my days, D lay my plans on the altar, Em trade my grip on the temporary C for a heart that won't falter. G D Em C D G What I can see will all fade — the calendar, the clutter, but the things I cannot touch or name will outlast every summer. So teach me to number my days. B R I D G E — V O I C E + G U I T A R O N LY Em We are grass in the morning, Am gone before the evening comes. C But the love that we give away D is the only thing that runs Em Am past the borders of the visible, past the end of what we know — C C D not the house, not the title, just the seed of what we sow. F I N A L C H O R U S — F U L L B A N D , S T R I N G S G Teach me to number my days, D lay my plans on the altar, Em trade my grip on the temporary C for a heart that won't falter. R I S E G What I can see will all fade — D the calendar, the clutter, Em but the things I cannot touch or name C D will outlast every summer. G So teach me to number my days. O U T R O G Em — S L O W, Q U I E T He set the calendar aside. He held his daughter till the dark. C The things worth counting, worth remembering — D G they were always in his heart.
Tags
Americana / Cinematic Folk — fingerpicked acoustic guitar, sparse piano, building strings. Tempo: = 72. Key of G.
Duration
4:27
Instrumental
No
Created
3/15/2026