A sad, regretful country song.
Inspired by the thought of what someone might do to avoid someone.
After
[2024/07/10]
[Verse]
After I've planted trees all summer,
once I've picked every apple in the fall.
I'll turn around and head back to see her.
Hope she's still waiting. I should have called.
[Verse repeats]
After the harvest, the fields empty,
the hay's bundled, the geese have flown.
I'll turn around and head back to see her.
Hope she's still waiting. I should have phoned.
[Chorus]
Well, I guess it's after, and I haven't seen her.
I was hiding, and I was gone.
Now, that it's after. I have an answer.
A letter arrived just after dawn.
[Chorus repeats]
Well, I guess it's after,
and I haven't seen her.
I was hiding, and I was gone.
Now that it's after
I have an answer.
A letter arrived just after dawn.
[Verse repeats]
After I've hauled nets from every seaboard.
As soon as the last catch is stored away.
I'll turn around but not back toward her.
She's no longer waiting for that one more day.
[Outro]
After. I should have called.
Copyright (c) 2024 Douglas Murphy
Words by Douglas Music
Vocals and music supplied by Udio AI