Get There in Time

[INTRO – spoken, close-mic whisper | intimate / slightly mysterious | minimal: soft piano + distant pad, light vinyl/noise texture | Female voice (lead)] Sometimes I give the whole world my battery… and I get home on low power mode. [VERSE 1 – story-driven but singable | warm, restrained | steady 4/4, slow-mid pulse | guitar + piano, no full drums yet | Female voice (lead)] You show up with pizza and roses, with plans that taste like sun. And I walk in with my body dimmed, I say “I’m tired”… and my voice comes undone. Candles, music, baths, and promises— mornings that never arrive. The table’s set, it starts to cool when “urgent” eats the rest of life. [PRE-CHORUS – lift + tension | hats/pulse enter softly | voice firmer, slightly higher | Female voice (lead, quoting him in tone)] And you don’t break anything— you just say what’s true: “I’m starting to feel far… and I don’t know how to ask you close without sounding like I’m asking too much of you.” [CHORUS – BIG, commercial hook | full drums in (kick/snare), wide guitars, bass locked | bright but emotional | Female voice (lead) | soft backing “oohs” optional] And I come home in low power mode, after giving my soul to everyone out there, and you’re waiting at the doorway— like good fire… like real home, right there. The urgent crowns itself king, the important falls behind, and love takes a number… when love should never wait in line. ’Cause an extinguisher that shows up late can’t clear the smoke once it becomes goodbye. [VERSE 2 – rebuild / choice | brighter but still tender | drums pull back to groove + bass | Female voice (lead)] I turn the phone off. I light the candles. I come back to my body, back to my skin. No costume, no performance— just wanting to find you again. I write a simple message for when you say, “I’m almost there”: “Yes—today. I’m waiting. I love you. Drive safe for me, please… take care.” [BRIDGE — BREAKDOWN – time-stops moment | minimal + tense: single piano note, low pad swell, heartbeat kick (very soft) | near spoken-sung | Female voice (lead)] Seven o’clock—vanilla in the air. Seven-oh-something… time stretches thin. Then an unknown number rings— and my whole world caves in. “Are you Daniel’s family?” A crash. “We tried when he arrived… but he didn’t make it.” And my “I love you” stayed… with no sound. [CHORUS (BROKEN, INTIMATE) – stripped chorus | half-time feel, soft piano + distant guitar, no big drums | close-mic | Female voice (lead)] And I come home in low power mode, after giving my soul to everyone out there, and you don’t reach the doorway— and home loses its fire right there. The urgent crowns itself king, the important falls behind, and love takes a number… and there’s no more time. ’Cause an extinguisher that shows up late can’t clear the smoke once it becomes goodbye. [OUTRO — short hope | warm resolve | piano + gentle guitar, slow fade | Female voice (lead)] The candles keep on burning. I learn to breathe again. I can’t change the road that took you— but I can change how I love from then: get there in time… get there for real.