Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Calendar taped
On the old fridge door
Red ring ‘round Tuesday
Blue ring ‘round week thirty-four
Your boots by the backstep
My shoes by the bed
Two lines on a plastic stick
And a bracelet on your leg
[Chorus]
Two weeks
Three weeks
Ticking on the wall
One of us leaving
One ‘bout to crawl
Got a countdown running on your ankle
Babe
And a countdown kicking underneath my waist
We’re stuck right here where the numbers meet
Two weeks
Three weeks
Under our feet
[Verse 2]
We walk the hallway
Counting every crack
Car seat in a cardboard box
By your half-packed duffel bag
You kiss my belly
Say
“I made my mess”
Promise tiny fingers
You’ll still be the best you can be from that address
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Judge said fourteen sunsets
Doctor said twenty-one
Feels like the same storm
Rolling in as a brand-new sun
[guitar drops out]
So we paint that nursery yellow
Hang your picture by the crib
If they chain you to this county
You’re still in every breath our baby lives
[Chorus]
Style
rockmidtempo country rock with a worn-in tele twangroomy drumsand warm organ pad under the choruses. verses stay intimate with mostly acoustic strums and low male-female harmonies; chorus hits harder with overdriven electric pushes and a bigshout-along hook. bridge drops down to just vocalguitarand a soft heartbeat-style kick before the full band roars back in for the final refrain. duet vocalsmale & female.country rock
Prompt
Country rock, husband and wife, baby on the way, husband going on house arrest in 2 weeks and baby due in 3 weeks
Credits
Prompt byknippy25
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
ModelAria v5
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