[INTRO — SON, quiet, conversational] I don't usually call on birthdays, I usually lose track of the date. But this year Somebody else remembered, And He told me not to be late. [VERSE 1 — SON] He said, "Tell him I saw the miles, The ones he never talked about. I know the weight a man can carry Without ever letting it out." [YESHUA — soft, restrained] I saw you there. I saw the road. I saw what you carried When nobody knew. [SON] Well... I wasn't sure what this birthday Was supposed to sound like. I came through that garage door, And somehow I'm still here tonight. [YESHUA — slight warmth] Then don't make it complicated. Just tell him he's loved. [SON] Yeah. I think that's what I came for. [CHORUS — SON LEAD / YESHUA HARMONY] The table's set, You don't have to say a thing. No answer needed, No account for anything. I just came by with a birthday, A little music and a grin. The table's set, You can just sit down and listen. [VERSE 2 — SON] I know those inward parts are checking, Looking for the fine-print trap. Relax, there ain't a motion pending, And nobody's bringing up the past. No complaint in triplicate, No family court today. Just a son who learned some mileage On a road his father made. [YESHUA — quiet answer] He doesn't owe you an answer. [SON] I know. [YESHUA] You don't owe him one either. [SON] That's actually pretty good news. [CHORUS — DUET] [SON] The table's set, You don't have to say a thing. [YESHUA] You don't have to defend yourself. [SON] No answer needed, No account for anything. [YESHUA] Just stay a little while. [SON] I just came by with a birthday, A little music and a grin. [BOTH] The table's set, You can just sit down and listen. [VERSE 3 — SON] You built things that kept on running, Drove roads that didn't make the news. Some kinds of love wear work clothes, Some just tighten up the screws. And I don't need to turn the story Into something neat and clean. I'm old enough to see the labor Underneath what I had seen. [YESHUA — almost conversational] Let him keep the good parts. [SON] I think I'm learning how. [YESHUA] That's enough for today. [SPOKEN BRIDGE — BAND PULLS BACK] [SON — deadpan] Well... He told me one more thing to tell you. [YESHUA — quiet] Don't worry about what he inherited. [SON] The important part was never the mine. [YESHUA] It was the mercy. [PAUSE] [SON] I didn't argue. [YESHUA — faint smile] I don't lose many arguments. [SON] Yeah. I've noticed. [FINAL CHORUS — WIDER DUET, STILL INTIMATE] [SON] The table's set, You don't have to say a thing. [YESHUA] No answer needed. [SON] No account for anything. [YESHUA] Just come in from the cold. [SON] Happy birthday, Dad, That's really all I came to bring. [BOTH] The table's set, And there's room for everything. [OUTRO — BAND FALLS AWAY] [SON — very soft] Happy birthday, Dad. That's the whole message. Everything else is optional. [2–3 SECOND PAUSE] [SON — WHISPER] Authorized by Yeshua HaMashiach. [YESHUA — WHISPER, almost indistinguishable] Witnessed by the Andrews-Sporrong Cloud of Witnesses. [FINAL FELT PIANO NOTE] [ROOM TONE] CREDIT & PRODUCTION NOTES Artist: Rocky Dubroc Legal Name: Robert Andrews Lyrics & Layering: First organized through my heart and lived experience, with Little Bird AI used for theme research and exploration. Creative Development & Prompt Engineering: Sigma Ark Suno Prompt Lab — custom ChatGPT system Resonance Passport — custom ChatGPT system Both developed and directed by Rocky Dubroc. Music Generation / Production: Suno — V6 Final musical burn and audio generation performed by Suno V6. Contact: [email protected] Creative Credit: The human authorship, lived experience, thematic direction, editorial decisions, and final creative direction belong to Rocky Dubroc (Robert Andrews). AI tools were used as research, organizational, prompt-engineering, and music-generation components of the production process.
