Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Steam on the window Mug in my hands Late afternoon Got time on my plans Sky’s pouring questions Onto the old tin roof Every little tap-tap-tap Feels like the truth [Chorus] Pattering on the roof Keeps asking me, “What are you doing?” Pattering on the roof Where are you really going? Every soft little drum On the ceiling above Makes me turn my pockets out Counting what I call love Pattering on the roof Helps me hear my own heart moving (mm, yeah) [Verse 2] List of almosts Folded in a drawer All of the chances I don’t chase anymore But here with the thunder Rolling somewhere far I see a different road Parked in the dark of my car [Chorus] Pattering on the roof Keeps asking me, “Who are you choosing?” Pattering on the roof What are you really losing? Every shy little tap On the ceiling above Makes me lay my armor down Measure what I call enough Pattering on the roof Helps me hear my own heart moving (oh, keep it moving)
Tags
jazz, Soft gentle swing with brushed drums, upright bass walking lightly, and warm piano voicings. Male vocals sit close and intimate, with a small-room reverb and subtle horn pads swelling into the chorus. Energy arcs from hushed, conversational verses into a cozy, swaying hook; occasional background “doo-doo”s and finger snaps add warmth in the second chorus., swing, gentle
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
4/6/2026