Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Calendar squares on the fridge Red circles all over it Mom’s coffee gone cold on the counter Cartoons still running We just sit You left in a storm of green bags Boots by the door Then they were gone We learned every shape of your handwriting From the letters you send from the sand and the sun [Chorus] We’re counting days till daddy comes home Little lines on the wall as we grow Every bedtime story on the phone Feels so short Then you go But we keep your place at the table Fold your chair like it’s your arms We’re counting days till daddy comes home Till we crash into your heart [Verse 2] Soccer cleats caked up with dirt You’d be laughing at how much we fight I score Then I look at the bleachers Just another empty plastic stripe Baby sis hugs your old jacket Sleeves dragging over her hands She whispers goodnight to your dog tags Like you’re hiding inside all that metal and sand [Chorus] We’re counting days till daddy comes home Little lines on the wall as we grow Every bedtime story on the phone Feels so short Then you go But we keep your place at the table Fold your chair like it’s your arms We’re counting days till daddy comes home Till we crash into your heart [Bridge] Do you hear us when we’re praying? Can you feel us when we sing? We made a sign with crooked letters “Welcome back to everything” [Chorus] We’re counting days till daddy comes home Little lines on the wall as we grow Every bedtime story on the phone Feels so short Then you go Yeah we keep your place at the table Fold your chair like it’s your arms We’re counting days till daddy comes home Till we crash into your heart
Tags
rock, Anthemic pop rock ballad with male vocals; clean electric guitars over steady drums, warm bass, and a wide, uplifting chorus. First verse intimate and hushed, choruses explode with gang-style “oh-oh”s and tambourine. Bridge strips to voice and guitar before a final, soaring full-band chorus with stacked harmonies., pop rock
Duration
3:23
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026