Song Description
Just how much choice do we actually have in life? William James is the authority on the matter.
Song Length |
3:53 |
Genre |
Country - General, Classical - Contemporary |
Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
Mood |
Restless, Troubled |
Subject |
Change, Future |
Similar Artists |
Luke Combs, Chris Stapleton |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Do We Build the Days Ahead
Copyright © 2025 David Baumgarten
Bpm:90 Key: Em
(A Country Father-Son Conversation)
[Verse 1: Son]
Dad, I swore I left this place,
Boots in the dust, wind in my face.
I burned that house, I tore it down,
So why's it still standin' in this town?
[Verse 1: Father]
Son, you can torch the walls, break the beams,
Call it a past you've never seen.
But fire don't take what you ain't let go,
And a man don't leave 'til he learns what he knows.
[Pre-Chorus: Son]
Bent nail, Wooden beam,
I hit it straight, but it twists between.
Every step I claim as mine,
Somehow, I've walked it a thousand times.
[Chorus]
Do we build the days ahead,
Or find 'em buried in the dirt instead?
These lands we leave still call our name,
An oath we swore--yet here we stand again.
[Verse 2: Son]
The glass won't crack, the road won't break,
I try to turn, but it turns me back.
I change the street, I pull the sign,
Still end up where I swore ain't mine.
[Verse 2: Father]
Boy, a map don't change 'cause you fold it tight,
Ain't no new roads when you walk 'em blind.
You call it fate, you call it bad luck--
But a man repeats what he won't own up.
[Pre-Chorus: Son]
Names dissolve,
Shapes remain,
That ol' wheel swears it found a lane,
Yet all it does is spin in place,
Callin' circles by a brand-new name.
[Chorus]
Do we build the days ahead,
Or find 'em buried in the dirt instead?
These lands we leave still call our name,
An oath we swore--yet here we stand again.
[Bridge: Father]
Go on, boy, lay that hammer down,
You're chasin' ghosts in this old town.
You think you're runnin', but take a look--
Your footprints match where I once stood.
[Outro: Son]
I tell myself the past is dust,
It fills my lungs, it turns to rust.
I chase the dawn like it's all brand new--
But by morning, morning light I've seen...And it's seen me, too.
[Tag]
Go on, boy, lay that hammer down,
You're chasin' ghosts in this old town.
You think you're runnin', but take a look--
Your footprints match where I once stood.
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