Little Feet on My Floor

[Verse 1]
Coffee in a travel mug
Phone buzzin' on the counter still
Tie hangin' from my neck
Chasin' somebody else’s bill
Then I hear those tiny steps
Pajamas draggin’ ‘cross the hall
“Daddy, can you stay today?”
Man, that question hits like a wall
[Chorus]
There’s little feet on my floor
That’s what I’ve been livin’ for
Not some name on an office door
Or a number in some drawer
Clockin’ in to this front porch
Passin’ down what I was taught before
The world can wait for one more call
I’ve got little feet on my floor (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Baseball in the backyard dust
Grass stains on his brand-new jeans
Laughin’ when we both mess up
Sun sittin’ in the maple trees
Emails pile like firewood
They can sit there ‘til it snows
‘Cause this boy’s got one good dad
Far as anybody knows
[Chorus]
There’s little feet on my floor
That’s what I’ve been livin’ for
Not some name on an office door
Or a number in some drawer
Clockin’ in to this front porch
Passin’ down what I was taught before
The world can wait for one more call
I’ve got little feet on my floor
[Bridge]
One day those sneakers by the door
Turn to keys and highway signs
So I’ll burn these moments in my mind
While that glove still fits his hand just right (hey!)
[Chorus]
There’s little feet on my floor
That’s what I’ve been livin’ for
Not some name on an office door
Or a number in some drawer
Clockin’ in to this front porch
Passin’ down what I was taught before
If they ask me what I’m workin’ for
I’ll say little feet on my floor
Yeah, these little feet on my floor

country, Bright, modern country two-step with male vocals; brushed snare and walking bass under a jangly acoustic. Fiddle runs answer the vocal phrases, steel guitar fills the spaces. Verses stay tight and storytelling; chorus lifts with big gang-style “whoa”s and stacked harmonies, energy peaking on the last hook then easing out on a warm fiddle tag.