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[Verse 1]
You said, "Be ready, kid
Friday, seven, I’ll be there"
New cleats by the front door
I kept checking that old stair
Mom kept stirring cold spaghetti
Clock kept dragging through the night
Ref blew the whistle, teams lined up
Your name never hit my sight
[Chorus]
Empty seat in the stands
Where a father’s supposed to stand
All I had was my own two hands
And a jersey with the wrong last name
You taught me how to miss, not how to be a man
I grew up waving at an empty seat in the stands
[Verse 2]
Teacher said, "Bring in your hero
For show-and-tell next week"
I brought a picture of a stranger
Half your smile, half your cheek
Kids held up their faded posters
I held up a folded frame
Trying not to shake so bad
When I had to say your name
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
One day I’ll have a boy
Who waits by some front door
I’ll be early in the driveway
Boots already on the floor
I’ll sit where you left silence
Clap loud till my hands turn red
Give him all the words
You kept locked inside your head
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 11, 2026
Duration3:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, Glossy country-pop ballad with live band feel: bright acoustic guitars and steady kick-snare groove, pedal steel painting the heartbreak. Verses stay intimate and conversational, building into a big, harmony-heavy chorus with crowd-sing potential. Subtle piano doubles the chorus melody; bridge drops to just vocal and acoustic before the band swells back in. Male vocals, raw but radio-ready, with a hint of rasp on the high notes., pop
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Prompt by
UrbanNote672
UrbanNote672ModelAria v5
Prompt
A, live country pop song about a father abandoning his son
