A House Called Home

Festive mid-tempo blues at ~105 BPM, male lead vocal with warm stacked harmonies and smoothly connected phrasing. Electric guitar bends, grand piano fills, bass guitar pocket, live drum kit with shuffle accents, and soulful saxophone replies. Grateful major-key groove, lightly saturated tape mix, spacious plate reverb, and a celebratory final chorus.

[Intro] [Verse 1] The kitchen window’s painted gold, Your laughter warms the winter cold, A paper star above the door, And muddy boots across the floor. You pour the cider, I strike a chord, We trade small stories we can’t afford To lose or leave for another day— You pull me close, and the room turns bright that way. [Pre-Chorus] No silver ribbon, no grand parade, Could match the little life we made. [Chorus] Raise a glass for the hands that stayed, For every promise we kept and made, For the ones who call this place their own— Tonight we’re rich in a house called home. Raise a glass, let the good times roll, Warm bread, open hearts, and a steady soul. If tomorrow asks what carried us through, I’ll say this room, and I’ll say you. [Verse 2] The old coat hangs by the garden chair, A borrowed scarf and a little repair, The radio crackles, then finds its tune, While snow gathers softly beside the moon. Your brother tells that story again, Your sister laughs before the end, And every plate has a place at the table— We make room for more whenever we’re able. [Pre-Chorus] No perfect picture, no polished plan, Just faithful hearts and helping hands. [Chorus] Raise a glass for the hands that stayed, For every promise we kept and made, For the ones who call this place their own— Tonight we’re rich in a house called home. Raise a glass, let the good times roll, Warm bread, open hearts, and a steady soul. If tomorrow asks what carried us through, I’ll say this room, and I’ll say you. [Bridge] When the year was heavy, you carried your share, When the road ran empty, you met me there. So here’s to the ordinary grace Of finding your people in one small place. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Raise a glass for the hands that stayed, For every promise we kept and made, For the ones who call this place their own— Tonight we’re rich in a house called home. Raise it high, let the whole room sing, To the hope that tomorrow can bring. If the world asks what carried us through, I’ll say this room— I’ll say this love— I’ll say you. [Outro] Stay awhile, let the good night roll, Warm bread, open hearts, and a steady soul.