

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] By the kitchen table, your hands rest on your growing curve In the hallway mirror, I catch the shape of our new world On the second shelf, tiny socks wait in a paper sack In the quiet of your breathing, I learn how to hold my heart back [Pre-Chorus] Through the apartment walls, the pipes keep humming low At the edge of your laughter, I feel that river start to show [Chorus] In the morning, carry me In the morning, carry me When your little one arrives, carry me In the morning, carry me [Verse 2] By the hospital window, rain taps a slow twelve-eight On the vinyl of my palms, I trace the day we wait Near the old bassinet, your mother’s note bends soft and blue In the crease of every blanket, I hear the promise coming through [Pre-Chorus] Through the trembling in your smile, I see the door swing wide At the sound of that first cry, everything in me comes alive [Chorus] In the morning, carry me In the morning, carry me When your little one arrives, carry me In the morning, carry me [Bridge] By the bedside lantern, the world turns small and true With the violin in my chest, I’m learning something new At the end of all my waiting, there’s a name I haven’t met In the arms of our beginning, I will never forget [Chorus] In the morning, carry me In the morning, carry me When your little one arrives, carry me In the morning, carry me
Tags
A slow-blooming Chicago blues-soul cut with brushed drums, greasy upright bass, mournful violin glides, and close harmonica answers; warm horn-pad shadows, a smoky pocket, and a lift that blooms into gospel-leaning funk on the chorus, male vocals, violin, jazz, funk, chicago blues, soul, blues
5:21
No
4/12/2026