
Shoulda Been There for You
acoustic, folk, folk-country, male vocals, country
WKJD 550·2:53

2:53
Shoulda Been There for You
acoustic, folk, folk-country, male vocals, country
Creator: WKJD 550Release Date: April 7, 2025
Lyrics
[Verse]
I was a matchbox in a thunderstorm
Lightning struck
And I was torn
Shoulda been there when the skies cleared blue
But I stayed tangled in the morning dew
[Chorus]
I was here when I shoulda been there for you
A bird on the wire when the train flew through
The clock struck twelve
But I missed the chime
With a heart outta rhythm and a borrowed time
[Verse 2]
My shadow danced where the long road ends
Lies untold
Only fences for friends
The jukebox played a tune I didn't know
While my feet slipped where rivers flow
[Bridge]
Oh
Midnight’s a thief with a gambler’s grin
Swept my soul like it’s blowing sin
Holdin' an ace when I needed a pair
I was stacking silver
But you'd gone nowhere
[Chorus]
I was here when I shoulda been there for you
A bottle half full and a flame askew
The clock struck twelve
But I missed the chime
With a heart outta rhythm and a borrowed time
[Verse 3]
There’s a lonesome wind whisperin' through the pines
Each needle bends
But it draws no lines
The moon's a witness
A dusty cue
And I’m a sinner in a love made true
I was a matchbox in a thunderstorm
Lightning struck
And I was torn
Shoulda been there when the skies cleared blue
But I stayed tangled in the morning dew
[Chorus]
I was here when I shoulda been there for you
A bird on the wire when the train flew through
The clock struck twelve
But I missed the chime
With a heart outta rhythm and a borrowed time
[Verse 2]
My shadow danced where the long road ends
Lies untold
Only fences for friends
The jukebox played a tune I didn't know
While my feet slipped where rivers flow
[Bridge]
Oh
Midnight’s a thief with a gambler’s grin
Swept my soul like it’s blowing sin
Holdin' an ace when I needed a pair
I was stacking silver
But you'd gone nowhere
[Chorus]
I was here when I shoulda been there for you
A bottle half full and a flame askew
The clock struck twelve
But I missed the chime
With a heart outta rhythm and a borrowed time
[Verse 3]
There’s a lonesome wind whisperin' through the pines
Each needle bends
But it draws no lines
The moon's a witness
A dusty cue
And I’m a sinner in a love made true
