Best Out of What I’ve Got

[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

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