[Verse 1] I’ve had mornings I remember, I’ve had nights I’d rather lose, wore out more than one good pair of boots trying to find what I should choose. Some roads took me where I wanted, some just left me passing through, but I woke up here this morning. That’ll do. [Verse 2] I’ve loved people I still think of, lost a few before their time, watched some friendships turn to stories, watched some strangers turn to mine. I’ve been wrong enough to know now there ain’t one thing always true, but there’s coffee on the table. That’ll do. [Chorus] I’m still here, still standing too, got a little left to lose, got a little left to prove. Ain’t asking life for something new, I’m still here... that’ll do. [Instrumental] [clean electric guitar plays a short melodic phrase] [fiddle answers softly] [bass stays simple and warm] [Verse 3] Kids grow up and houses empty, old friends move and seasons turn, some things leave without permission, some come back when lessons burn. There are names I say more softly, there are faces I still knew, and some nights I raise a glass. That’ll do. [Verse 4] I don’t need another lifetime, wouldn’t trade the one I’ve had, there was plenty I got wrong here, there was plenty wasn’t bad. If tomorrow gives me sunrise, and somebody there to hold onto, I’ll get up and meet the morning. That’ll do. [Bridge] [drums pull back] [Hammond enters quietly] I used to think I needed answers, needed every door to move. Now I know a little peace is sometimes all you have to prove. [fiddle enters with a slow counterline] [Final Chorus] I’m still here, still standing too, got a little left to lose, got a little left to prove. Ain’t asking life for something new, I’m still here... that’ll do. I’m still here, still standing too. [band gradually falls away] That’ll do. [Outro] [acoustic guitar only] Some roads end. Some keep going. [fiddle plays one final quiet phrase] That’ll do.
