Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sunday coffee at their table Hands that once could lift the world Now they shake around the sugar Still he winks at her like girl Photo frames along the hallway Frozen summers Missing teeth I grew taller They grew smaller How’d the years run out on me [Chorus] I see my future in their faces Every wrinkle Every grace is Every road I’m scared to take and Every night I’ve thrown away I’m growing up as they grow older Heart gets heavy World feels colder Still I’m reaching for a shoulder Eyes like yesterday [Verse 2] Dad says “Son I had my chances Stayed too quiet Stayed too safe” Mom just laughs and holds his finger Says “We still made something great” (mm-hmm) I’ve been chasing crowded cities Empty glasses Bright hotel Kissing strangers Leaving early Trying to outrun myself [Chorus] I see my future in their faces Every wrinkle Every grace is Every road I’m scared to take and Every night I’ve thrown away If I keep hiding from the daylight Will I die inside the same fight Or find a hand to hold at midnight Eyes like yesterday [Bridge] Will I learn to stay When I’m afraid Can I lay my armor down someday If love is just A hundred little choices I pray I hear it in their voices [Chorus] I see my future in their faces All the could-have-beens and maybes All the ways that love can save me When I finally choose to stay If I grow kinder when I’m older Let my arms be someone’s shelter I’ll be looking for that shoulder Eyes like yesterday Yeah I’m hoping for that shoulder Eyes like yesterday
Tags
folk, Intimate acoustic piano power ballad, male raspy vocals. Start bare with soft, close-miked piano and low vocal; verses stay sparse and conversational. Chorus swells with rich chords, subtle string pad, and stacked harmonies on the hook. Second chorus adds more dynamic left-hand piano and distant toms. Final refrain drops to near-whisper then blooms on the last line for a cathartic, hopeful lift., acoustic, ballad
Duration
3:49
Instrumental
No
Created
2/8/2026