To All Who Answered “Dad”
rock, Warm classic folk-rock ballad, brushed drums and gently picked acoustic guitars under male vocals, soft organ pad and subtle bass. Verses stay intimate and close-mic; chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a singalong lift. Light tambourine and slide guitar color the second chorus, with a tender dynamic swell into a hushed, heartfelt outro., simple, classic, beautiful, ballad, folk rock, tribute
To All Who Answered “Dad”
rock, Warm classic folk-rock ballad, brushed drums and gently picked acoustic guitars under male vocals, soft organ pad and subtle bass. Verses stay intimate and close-mic; chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a singalong lift. Light tambourine and slide guitar color the second chorus, with a tender dynamic swell into a hushed, heartfelt outro., simple, classic, beautiful, ballad, folk rock, tribute
Lyrics
Verse 1
To the first one who held us
In a tired midnight chair
Or the neighbor down the hallway
Who was just the one who cared
To the hands that learned from nothing
How to fix what life had cracked
All the quiet
Clumsy heroes
Who just showed up and came back
Chorus
This is to all who answered “Dad”
Even when the word felt strange
To the ones who tried and stumbled
Then got up and tried again
To the hearts that never had a map
Still walked us through the storm
Here’s to every way a love
Can take a father’s form
Verse 2
To the woman in the work boots
Who played catch in winter rain
Signed the papers
Signed the homework
Kissed our bruises
Knew our names
To the pictures on the mantle
Of the ones who had to go
You still sit inside our laughter
You still stand in every “no”
Chorus
This is to all who answered “Dad”
Even when the word felt strange
To the ones who tried and stumbled
Then got up and tried again
To the hearts that never had a map
Still walked us through the storm
Here’s to every way a love
Can take a father’s form
Bridge
To the friend with extra car keys
And a couch when we were wrecked
To the hand that held the collar
Of the old dog at the vet
To the stranger in the bleachers
Cheering for a borrowed child
You may never wear the title
But you’ve worn it all the while
Chorus
This is to all who answered “Dad”
In the mirror
On the phone
To the living
To the missing
To the ones who stand alone
To the hearts that never had a map
Still walked us through the storm
Here’s to every way a love
Can take a father’s form