Soon
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
style
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.40
- vocal at
- 4.5s
- length
- 3:44
- language
- En
lyrics
(instrumental, slow) She's thirty now and she uses my word back at me "Soon", she says, about coming down for Christmas Same tone, same warmth, same complete lack of a date (lack of a date) I taught her that. Not on purpose. But I taught her that. There's a version of me that says "when" (says "when") He'd have had a much harder life and a better daughter Soon, soon The most expensive word in the English language Soon, soon I spent eighteen years of her on four letters I've started saying dates now. Actual numbers. Out loud. "The fourteenth." "Two weeks Tuesday." It feels insane. Like speaking a language I read about but never used (never used) She noticed the first time. Didn't say anything. But she noticed. The fourteenth of December. That's a date. That's a real one. I've written it on the cab wall in pen. I am going to be there on the fourteenth of December. (drums return, gently) Soon, soon The most expensive word in the English language Soon, soon I spent eighteen years of her on four letters (the fourteenth...)