Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Got your picture in my pocket Dog tags swing when I breathe Dust kicks up like it owns me Sun stuck high Never leaves Count the cots in this tent city Same joke New tired laugh Write your name on a paper plate Taped above my rack [Chorus] These are long days in the desert Far from you But I stand firm Every flag on my shoulder Feels like your hand on my shirt Yeah I’m a long way from America Still I hear you in my prayers These are long days in the desert But I know what I’m doin’ it for out here [Verse 2] Phone line crackles at midnight Your “hello” feels close enough You talk small-town grocery lists I talk sandstorms and armored trucks You say “Come home I’ll cook breakfast” I say “Save me that first cup” We both pause on the same breath Neither one of us hangs up [Chorus] These are long days in the desert Far from you But I stand firm Every flag on my shoulder Feels like your hand on my shirt Yeah I’m a long way from America Still I hear you in my prayers These are long days in the desert But I know what I’m doin’ it for out here [Bridge] Some nights the sky feels endless Some nights it’s closing in But I trace our plans in the red sand ’Til the sunrise cuts right in (oh yeah) [Chorus] These are long days in the desert Far from you But I stand firm Every flag on my shoulder Feels like your hand on my shirt Yeah I’m a long way from America Still I hear you in my prayers These are long days in the desert But I know what I’m doin’ it for out here
Tags
pop, Bright mid-tempo pop with male vocals, clean electric guitars and airy synth pads. Verses stay intimate with tight drums and warm bass; chorus blooms wide with stacked harmonies and big gang shouts on key words. Subtle slide guitar and tambourine add Americana flavor, bridge pulls back to almost acoustic and then slams back into the final hook.
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
4/8/2026