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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Coffee cup on the same old table
But I stir it a different way
Sun sneaks through the crooked blinds
Like it’s got something new to say
[Chorus]
Every day brings new choices
Even standing in the same old shoes
Tiny turns
Quiet voices
Pointing me toward something true
Might be small
Might be breaking
Still my heart is the one that moves
Every day brings new choices
I’ll make one
And call it you
[Verse 2]
Left or right at the busted mailbox
Stay or go when the sky turns gray
One deep breath on a crowded morning
Can redraw the whole damn day
[Chorus]
Every day brings new choices
Even standing in the same old shoes
Tiny turns
Quiet voices
Pointing me toward something true
Might be small
Might be breaking
Still my heart is the one that moves
Every day brings new choices
I’ll make one
And walk it through
Details
GeneratedMar 10, 2026
Duration2:03
LanguageEnglish
Style
folk, Warm indie-folk with male vocals, fingerpicked acoustic guitar and light brushed percussion; intimate, close-mic verses that bloom into a singalong chorus with group harmonies, soft organ pad, and a gentle upright bass lift on each hook, indie folk
Credits
Prompt by
Drnick55
Drnick55ModelAria v5
Prompt
Every day brings new choices.
Indie folk
