Was There a Song? Lyrics

Heard a story 'bout a man

Was gonna end his life, even made a plan

What stopped him was a song that played

On the radio as he was on his way

It was a song about a father's grief

The lyrics pierced him, made him see

He turned around right then and there

And he hurried home with tears and prayer

I was moved by that, I was

But then I closed the door because

It made me think of you

It made me wonder too

Was there a song that might have stopped you

A melody that might have brought you

To your senses before you followed through

On the last thing that you planned to do?

If there was, I'll ask God why

You didn't hear it just in time

Then you'd have hurried home to me

And we'd be singing songs like it used to be

Singing like it used to be

Now and then I reach and take your phone

It looks and feels just like my own

I tell myself that I shouldn't pry

But then the hours go swiping by

The songs are there that we'd listen to

Just washing dishes, me and you

Dylan made us wonder why

And that Taylor song that made you cry

But now I wonder through those words

I just can't sing 'em 'cause it hurts

It's like I'm listening for the line

That might have changed your mind

Was there a song that might have stopped you

A melody that might have brought you

To your senses before you followed through

On the last thing that you planned to do?

If there was, I'll ask God why

You didn't hear it just in time

Then you'd have hurried home to me

And we'd be singing songs, singing like it used to be

Your mother's gone, she left last year

I guess grief's a weight that some can't share

Your brother's trying to soldier on

But you can tell a piece of him is gone

I'm trying too, I'm back to school

And ditched the jeans you said weren't cool

But I know I'll never turn the page

When I turn the car and drive past your grave

And I'm a songwriter now

Hoping maybe that somehow

If these tales of mine are told

One song might save a soul

Is this a song that might have stopped you

A melody that might have brought you

To your senses before you followed through

On the last thing that you planned to do?

If it is, I'll ask God why

I couldn't write it back in time

Then you'd have hurried home to me

And we'd be singing songs like it used to be

Singing like it used to be

Just washing dishes, driving 'round, you and me

Was there a song?

Was there a song?