[Structure: Verse - Pre-Chorus - Verse - Chorus - Bridge - Outro] [Verse 1] Nearly mom and nearly dad, gladly decorate the nursery They go with green, no gender known, they enjoy the mystery They got the, cabinets locked, and the outlets protected They're making, healthy choices for a precious life projected [Pre-Chorus] When they hear that baby cry, they’ll have their own teary eyes No amount of preparation could help them realize 8 pounds of heavy responsibility, precious human, tiny size [Verse 2] They protect that baby from germs, edges, shocks, and strangers But we can overlook what really lurks, always more dangers Buckle them tightly in that car seat as instructed Mirrors all adjusted, clear view unobstructed Is there a blind spot? How are my tires? How are my headlights? Why does this feel so dire? I once thought it was cool to smoke the tires [Music stops] I think differently now that I know what protecting a baby requires.... (requires, requires...) [Pre-Chorus] 8 pounds of heavy responsibility, precious human, tiny size [Chorus] Never before has he felt the traffic rack his nerves like this All of a sudden he questions how safe this is Just a few years ago he drove with a heavy foot Now he sees how slow is good Cus yellow diamond sign say baby on board But all he can think is “oh, my lord” Speed limit feels high at 65 Feeling like slower could save a life [Bridge] (Tempo quickens, staccato rhythm, intense acoustic strumming) Brakes. Lights. Tight grip. White knuckles. Time slows down. World spins round. Why so fast? Please don't crash. [Outro] (Music slows to a gentle, halting crawl, soft fingerpicking returns, echoing vocals) Speed limit feels high... So slow is good. Yellow diamond sign... Baby on board. Protected everywhere else in life. How do your streets compare to how this dad felt tonight? (Fading acoustic guitar strum, soft ambient hum, total silence)
