While I Still Got Time

[Intro]
[Violin crying
Soft guitar picking under]
[Verse 1]
Coffee’s gone cold
List of things I never did
Dust on the Bible
On the shelf where I was a kid
Mirror’s just a stranger
In my daddy’s eyes
Hands still shaking
But they ain’t tied
[Chorus]
I gotta do more
While I still got time to do it
Say what I never said
Before the good Lord pulls me through it
There’s a road out there
With my footprints missing in the line
I gotta do more
While I still got time
[Verse 2]
Letters in a shoebox
Stamps from places I never saw
Every “maybe someday”
Turned to rust on the metal door
Phone full of numbers
That I never dared to dial
I’m scared of their silence
Scared of their smile
[Chorus]
I gotta do more
While I still got time to do it
Call every buried name
Before the nightlight fades me to it
There’s a hand out there
That I should’ve held when it was mine
I gotta do more
While I still got time
[Bridge]
I hear that clock
Like a distant train
Rolling
Rolling
Through my veins
If this is my last season
Let me bleed a little grace
Leave more than an empty chair
And an old man’s face
[Chorus]
I gotta do more
While I still got time to do it
Kneel in the gravel
Let forgiveness cut right through it
There’s a song out there
With my name tangled in the rhyme
I gotta do more
While I still got time
[Outro]
[Violin swells
Guitar and voice almost a whisper]
While I still got time
(while I still got time)

rock, Slow country-rock ballad, trembling male vocals with deep Leonard Cohen-style grit. Sparse, mournful violin intro over brushed drums and warm bass; verse sits low with picked electric guitar and subtle organ pad. Chorus opens slightly with harmonies and cracked falsetto touches, violin answering the vocal. Final chorus strips back to voice, guitar, and violin, ending on a held, fragile note., vocal, violin, slow, country rock, sad