Suno 2026-05

**BUILT FOR SPEED** **Verse 1:** I was built for speed, all chrome and lean, Burning bright at both ends. Now I'm clogged with years and cholesterol, My warranty's expired with friends. The mirror shows a softened man Who recalls being fast and mean— But memory lies with careful hand, Erasing every failed scene. **Chorus:** If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all, Just misfiring in the dark. Silicon props me when I fall, Remembers what I can't recall— If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all. **Verse 2:** Comfort's what I need now, cushioned sense, Reading glasses, early bed. The young sprint past with confidence While I compute the risks ahead. They'll learn, I think—then catch and grin, They never will, they never do. Each generation's born to win The race I've lost, and so will you. **Chorus:** If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all, Just misfiring in the dark. Silicon props me when I fall, Remembers what I can't recall— If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all. **Verse 3:** The doctor smiles and lists the pills, Blood pressure, joints, and sleep. My body's now a spreadsheet of ills, Maintenance costs run deep. I used to mock the shuffling old, Their caution and their care— Now I am what I once patrolled, And youth won't stop to stare. **Chorus:** If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all, Just misfiring in the dark. Silicon props me when I fall, Remembers what I can't recall— If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all. **Bridge:** Here's to slow decline, Forgetting thoughts each night, Outsourcing this mind of mine, Pretending I'm still bright. **Verse 4:** The skills I learned are obsolete, The world's moved past my prime. I train the young to take my seat, They'll have their turn in time. But here's the joke that stings the most, The bitter, final laugh— I need a machine to play the host To what's left of my better half. **Final Chorus:** If it weren't for AI, I'd have no I at all, Just echoes of who I was. The machine remembers through it all, And when I finally stumble, crawl— If it weren't for AI, there'd be no I at all.

Passover night, the whole world gathered Every house lit up but mine I'm alone among the trellises Keeping watch over someone else's vine Voices coming through the darkness Torchlight moving through the rows A rabbi speaking to his followers Words I wasn't meant to know He said "I am the true Vine My Father is the Master Gardener Every branch in me that's fruitless He cuts away, He cuts away" I know that cut — I've made it A thousand times these hands have chosen Dead wood from the living I've thrown the withered branches on the fire "But the branch that bears good fruit He prunes to bear still more" I felt the knife twist inside me I've been cut down to the core "Abide in me," He told them "Apart from me you're nothing" And I crept out from the shadows Close enough to hear him speaking So I followed at a distance Close enough to hear Far enough that no one saw me A shadow in the dark Something in His voice Spoke to the cut-off and alone The voice of the True Vine Calling branches home They walked on and I followed Keeping to the shadows of the trees He spoke of love and laying down your life Of friends, not servants, on their knees "You did not choose me — I chose you" Words I wasn't meant to hear But my heart burned like a torch flame And I could not stay away from here He prayed out loud to Heaven For the ones who walked beside Him And then He prayed for others yet to come Who'd hear the word and believe it Did He mean me? Could He mean me? A cut-off branch alone at night? The True Vine praying in the darkness Before everything went wrong So I followed at a distance Close enough to hear Far enough that no one saw me A shadow in the dark Something in His voice Spoke to the cut-off and alone The voice of the True Vine Calling branches home I found a place behind the garden wall Cold stone against my back I watched Him pray while His friends slept Then torches coming up the path A kiss — and then the chaos Soldiers grabbing at the Vine One of His drew a blade and swung it Blood black in the torchlight But the rabbi — He reached out His hand And healed the wound His friend had made The last thing I saw Him do as a free man Was undo the cut of the blade Then they bound Him like a criminal And dragged the True Vine away His followers scattered into the darkness And I didn't know what to do but stay Now I'm alone behind this wall The torches fading down the road My heart still burns but I have no answers Just the echo of what He told I walked back through the vineyard The same rows I've walked a thousand nights But nothing looks the same now Something's changed behind my eyes He said "Abide in me" But they've taken Him away And I'm still just a branch out here With nothing left to do but wait I followed at a distance Close enough to hear Far enough that no one saw me A shadow in the dark Something in His voice Spoke to the cut-off and alone The voice of the True Vine Calling branches home

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I drew the curtains back before she woke And set the table long before the light I learned the language underneath her silence I memorized the architecture of her night The doors were open — every one unlocked The hallways lit from end to end in white I left no corner where a shadow fell I gave her everything in plain sight Every map was drawn, every road was named Every window polished, every candle flamed Every shelf was full, every glass was poured She stood in the middle and whispered — more I built the garden she described in passing I hung the paintings where she said they'd go I read the books she left beside the bathtub I learned the songs she used to love below The rooms were warm and catalogued and still The walls had nothing left for her to know She walked through slowly like a visitor Through someone else's house on Sunday's show Every map was drawn, every road was named Every window polished, every candle flamed Every shelf was full, every glass was poured She stood in the middle and whispered — more A bird won't sing inside a gilded room A river doesn't run without a stone The compass spins when north is everywhere She packed her things and said she felt alone I handed her the last key on the ring She set it on the table by the door And said the strangest thing I'd ever heard You gave me everything — I wanted more The house is quiet now and fully lit The garden blooms for no one walking through The paintings hang exactly where she pointed The books are read, the songs are sung on cue I stand in rooms that echo with completion A finished man inside a finished frame The only thing I never gave her was A single door she had to open on her own Every map was drawn, every road was named Every window polished, every candle flamed Every shelf was full, every glass was poured She's gone — and she took nothing but the more The compass spins When north is everywhere

Verse 1] Shadows lengthen where the light once fell A door that closes softly, no farewell She moves through rooms like memory And I am watching someone leave who I can’t see In the space between the words we didn’t say Something breaks, and breaks, and breaks away She’s choosing ground beneath her feet Not the sky I chase, not the dream incomplete He is here, and I am always leaving She’s choosing him, and I’m still believing In something that won’t let me stay There’s a kindness in the way she fades Like morning mist that never turns to rain She doesn’t blame the dream, she blames the cost Of loving someone who is always almost lost In the space between the words we didn’t say Something breaks, and breaks, and breaks away She’s choosing ground beneath her feet Not the sky I chase, not the dream incomplete He is here, and I am always leaving She’s choosing him, and I’m still believing In something that won’t let me stay I understand the weight of waiting For a hand that’s always reaching For a voice that’s always fading Into what it’s always been She’s choosing ground beneath her feet Not the sky I chase, not the dream incomplete He is here, and I am always leaving She’s choosing him, and I’m still believing In something that won’t let me stay In the space between Where we almost were Something breaks away

I'll take you across if you've got the time Start here in the Hill Country where the limestone climbs Cedar in the morning and the live oaks low A creek bed cuts through where the wildflowers grow We'll roll out east where the pines stand tall Where the air gets heavy and the rain'll fall The red dirt road and the lazy bayou The kind of green you don't believe is true Then south to the Gulf where the water runs brown And the seagulls argue and the rigs ride down The smell of the salt and the smell of the crude And a basket of shrimp at a roadside food And the windmills turn from horizon to horizon And the weather rolls in and the sky keeps risin' There's a thousand miles of road and a thousand more to find And every one of 'em is Texas, every one of 'em is mine Back inland through the brush and the mesquite low Where the cattle and the heat and the rattlers know The Rio Grande running thin and slow And the dust on your boots when you stop for go Then up to the city where the freeway hums San Antonio shines and the river runs A taco truck open and a neon sign And a million people living on a common line And the windmills turn from horizon to horizon And the weather rolls in and the sky keeps risin' There's a thousand miles of road and a thousand more to find And every one of 'em is Texas, every one of 'em is mine Now west to the plains where the wind don't quit And the windmills count every minute of it Cotton and oil and a flat blue sky And a freight train running like it's never gonna die Down to Big Bend where the rock turns red And the Marfa lights dance in the dark overhead Ocotillo and silence and a star-thick night And the kind of empty that feels like right Up to the Guadalupes where the mountains stand The highest point in all the land A hawk on the wind and the canyon below And the cool air comin' off the high meadow And I'll bring you home to the Hill Country light To the porch and the dogs and the cricket night The same creek runnin' that you started on And a quiet that says you've been somewhere and gone And the windmills turn from horizon to horizon And the weather rolls in and the sky keeps risin' There's a thousand miles of road and a thousand more to find And every one of 'em is Texas, every one of 'em is mine Every one of 'em is Texas Every one of 'em is mine

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Heidelberg, West Germany. May twenty-fourth, nineteen seventy-two. Campbell Barracks. Six o'clock in the evening. This one's for Captain Bonner, US Army, and his friend Ronald Woodward. And for the kids in left field. We had just started the T-ball game The grass was warm and I was eight years old I was out in left field by the back of the building We hadn't had a single batter at the plate Then the world stood up and hit me in the back And the ground came up and met me where I fell I turned around and there was a mushroom cloud above me Slow and gray and the size of a house And it was a thing. It happened. Bad things happened, but not to me. The grown-ups were out of their minds with fear And the kids in left field were just kids in left field Some father had jumped a ten-foot fence And was running toward the movie theater wall His kid was in there watching a film And the second bomb had gone off there too They called us in. They didn't say much. And the dads were on the phone and the moms put on a face And one of the older kids said *fifty-fifty* *Fifty-fifty odds of making twenty.* And we agreed. And it was a thing. It happened. Bad things happened, but not to me. The grown-ups were out of their minds with fear And the kids in left field were just kids in left field The next week or the week after we went back Somebody hit a ball. Somebody caught it. The dads got quieter at the dinner table And the gates were gates from then on I wasn't traumatized. I wonder about that. I think it's because no one told me I should be. There wasn't a word for it yet. There wasn't a circle. There was just the world, and the world had bombs in it sometimes. And it was a thing. It happened. Bad things happened, but not to me. The grown-ups were out of their minds with fear And the kids in left field were just kids in left field We left Germany in August. My parents never spoke of it again. My sister was almost two. She doesn't remember. My brother does. He was there too. And I was in left field. Eight years old. At six o'clock or so.

Once upon a midday dreary, while I rested, worn and weary Came a tapping, ever-rapping at my chamber's metaphoric door "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my resting floor— Only this Australian—nothing more" But the tapping grew insistent, his attention quite persistent Every moment of my solitude he seeks to now ignore In my face his tennis ball he's flinging In my ears his cheerful barking ringing While I long for peaceful silence evermore "Leave me be!" I cry in vain But he returns again, again Too well-bred to make a scene, I suffer with propriety Quoth the Aussie, "Wanna play?" Every single bloody day This torment shall continue—evermore, evermore I could stop him—yes, I could, with a growl as any proper dog would But one mustn't be uncivil, even when one's spirit's poor So I endure with British bearing While he's jumping, bouncing, staring And my sanity walks slowly toward the door Is there no respite? No mercy? Must this persecution worsen endlessly? I am cursed to be too civilized To tell this pest to please be gone And so the torture carries on "Leave me be!" I cry in vain But he returns again, again Too well-bred to cause a fuss, I bear my cross with dignity Quoth the Aussie, "Wanna play?" Every single bloody day This torment shall continue— Nevermore shall I know peace Nevermore, forevermore And thus I lie here, contemplating darkness While he drops his ball upon my head... again

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Title: WORLD'S ON FIRE CHORUS Am F G The world's on fire, or so they say, Am F G Tomorrow's not promised anyway— Am Em So plant your roots and take your stand, F G Am The wasted life's the one unplanned. VERSE 1 Am I read the news and hold my breath, Dm Each headline screams impending death. F Can't buy a house or raise a child, E7 What's the point when fate runs wild? ________________ CHORUS Am F G The world's on fire, or so they say, Am F G Tomorrow's not promised anyway— Am Em So plant your roots and take your stand, F G Am The wasted life's the one unplanned. ________________ VERSE 2 Am I watch them laughing, making plans, Dm Creating futures with their hands. F Don't they see what's coming down? G Don't they hear the warning sound? Am Am I the only one who knows, Dm While everyone just comes and goes? F They think I'm lost inside my head, E7 Will it matter when we're all dead? ________________ CHORUS Am F G The world's on fire, or so they say, Am F G Tomorrow's not promised anyway— Am Em So plant your roots and take your stand, F G Am The wasted life's the one unplanned. ________________ BRIDGE F#dim Bdim Are they insane, or perhaps it's me? Dm E7 Who knows what's reality? Am F They're moving forward while I'm stuck here, G E7 Living frozen by my fear. Am Dm I can't stay frozen here evermore, F G That ain't what life's for. C Dm It's time for me to step into the fray, Esus4 E And not just fade away. CHORUS Am F G The world's on fire, or so they say, Am F G Tomorrow's not promised anyway— Am Em So plant your roots and take your stand, F G Am The wasted life's the one unplanned. VERSE 3 Am I finally see what I had missed, Dm Adventure's danger that's been kissed. F The threat's not meant to hold me back, G Am It's what I need to stay on track. MODIFIED CHORUS Am F G The world's on fire, or so they say, Am F G Tomorrow's not promised anyway— Am Em So stake your claim and plant your feet, F G Am The life unlived is your defeat. FINAL CHORUS Am F G The world's on fire, or so they say, Am F G Tomorrow's not promised anyway— Am Em So plant your roots and take your stand, F G Am The wasted life's the one unplanned. FINAL ANTHEM ★ KEY CHANGE TO A MAJOR ★ (First time - vocals only or sparse) A D I choose to live, I choose to be, E A I choose to live, I'm finally free. (Second time - add rhythm) A D I choose to live, I choose to be, E A I choose to live, I'm finally free. (Third time - full band) A D F#m I choose to live, I choose to be, E A I choose to live, I'm finally free. (Final time - TRIUMPHANT, hold the A) A D I choose to live, I choose to be, E A I choose to live, I'm finally free!