

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Old coat on a crooked nail Coffee gone cold on the stove One sock with a hole in the heel Morning comes anyway [Verse 1] I was born with a rusted key Opens some doors Not the ones I dreamed Hand-me-down heart Secondhand faith Learning slow how to carry the weight [Chorus] I’ll make the best out of what I’ve got Patchwork prayers and a parking-lot job Turn these cracked-up hands Into something like a song It isn’t what I asked But it’s what I’ve been taught You just do the best Do the best with what you’ve got [Verse 2] My father’s watch never kept good time But it ticks on my wrist All the same All the while I missed my chance She caught that train Still I set one plate Whisper her name [Chorus] I’ll make the best out of what I’ve got One chair One glass And a suitcase of thoughts Turn these empty rooms Into something like a home It isn’t what I planned But it’s all that I’ve got You just do the best Do the best with what you’ve got [Bridge] Some get gold Some get stone Some find crowds Some walk alone I found dust on my windowsill And a small Stubborn will (oh) [Chorus] I’ll make the best out of what I’ve got Worn-out shoes on this crooked sidewalk Turn these slow Low breaths Into something like a prayer It isn’t what I chose But it’s all that I’ve got So I’ll do my best Do my best with what I’ve got
Tags
rock, Sparse acoustic ballad, male vocals in a low near-spoken register. Close-mic nylon-string guitar with slow, deliberate fingerpicking, subtle room reverb. Verses stay intimate and dry; bass creeps in on the second chorus with soft drums using brushes and a distant organ pad. The energy arcs from murmured confession to a weary, resolute final chorus, ending on a lone guitar chord that rings out., deep, low, slow, pop, vocal, ballad
3:39
No
2/17/2026