

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Soft acoustic pick pattern Distant pad swells in and out] [Verse 1] Coffee in a paper cup Name tag on a faded shirt Radio’s already buzzing Before the sun can touch the dirt Kisses kids on sleepy foreheads Whispers “I’ll be home by ten” Doorway framed in kitchen light Then it’s last out First in [Chorus] Raise a glass to the ones who run When every heartbeat’s sayin’ “don’t go” To the fire To the flood To the dark unknown Where the sirens write the stories we don’t wanna know Every mile Every night they spend Trading their tomorrows for our breath again If a hero has a face It’s someone’s mother Someone’s son Last out of the fear First in when the hurt comes [Verse 2] She’s standin’ on the shoulder Of a rain-slick two-lane road Hands that used to braid a doll’s hair Now hold on and don’t let go He’s counting every second On a stranger’s broken chest Wonderin’ if his little boy Will ever know he gave his best [Chorus] Raise a glass to the ones who run When every heartbeat’s sayin’ “don’t go” To the fire To the flood To the dark unknown Where the sirens write the stories we don’t wanna know Every mile Every night they spend Trading their tomorrows for our breath again If a hero has a face It’s someone’s mother Someone’s son Last out of the fear First in when the hurt comes [Bridge] We don’t see the shaking hands When the headlines fade away We just sleep a little deeper Cause they stood there in our place (oh) if courage has a cost Their families pay it too Empty chairs at kitchen tables Held together by the truth [Chorus] So raise a glass to the ones who run When every heartbeat’s sayin’ “don’t go” To the fire To the flood To the dark unknown Where the sirens write the stories we don’t wanna know Every mile Every night they spend Trading their tomorrows for our breath again If a hero has a face It’s someone’s mother Someone’s son Last out of the fear First in when the hurt comes [Outro] [Acoustic guitar slows to a gentle ring Pad holds on the final chord]
Tags
folk, Slow emotional country ballad at 70 BPM, male vocals. Intimate fingerpicked acoustic guitar and soft ambient pad in the verses in a minor key, with subtle upright bass and brushed snare entering on the second verse. Chorus lifts into a warm major key with strummed guitars, pedal steel swells, and stacked harmonies for an anthemic feel. Bridge strips back to near-acapella over sparse guitar then returns to a full, soaring final chorus with a long vocal tail and gentle pad bloom., acoustic, emotional, country, soft, ambient, ballad, slow
3:24
No
2/27/2026