Verse 1 You came in talking ’bout leaving, Back where your grandma stayed. Said you needed room between us, Like your heart had slipped away. Then half past nine, you took your keys, Said, “I’m just running to the store.” You haven’t made that drive in two years— Now I don’t know you anymore. Pre-Chorus I’m trying not to turn suspicion Into something I can’t prove. But every door you leave half-open Makes me watch the way you move. Chorus Why won’t you let him see your face? He’s got his whole heart in his hands. He ain’t asking where you’ve been— He just needs to know you’re there. Your phone keeps flashing in the dark, His name keeps calling through again. He just wants to see his mama— Why won’t you let him see your face? Verse 2 I could call until the sunrise, But a forced answer won’t come clean. I could chase your taillights through the county, Read a thousand signs on a screen. Maybe there’s a reason for this. Maybe I’m wrong about it all. But I know the shape of normal, And tonight it’s gone from this house. Pre-Chorus I won’t pin a crime upon you, Won’t pretend I know the truth. I’m just standing in the quiet, Watching something split in two. Chorus Why won’t you let him see your face? He’s got his whole heart in his hands. He ain’t asking where you’ve been— He just needs to know you’re there. Your phone keeps flashing in the dark, His name keeps calling through again. He just wants to see his mama— Why won’t you let him see your face? Bridge He keeps his little hand in mine, Like I can make the ringing stop. “Maybe she can’t hear me,” he says. Then whispers, “Maybe she forgot.” He holds that phone against his chest, Like your voice is still inside. Then he asks if he did something, And I turn away and lie. Final Chorus Why won’t you let him see your face? He’s got his whole heart in his hands. He ain’t asking where you’ve been— He just needs to know you’re there. Your phone keeps flashing in the dark, His name keeps calling through again. He just wants to see his mama— God, I wish you’d answer him. Why won’t you let him see your face? He’s still waiting by the phone. “Maybe she’s just busy,” he says, Like he’s scared to feel alone. I can’t tell him you’re coming. Can’t tell him you won’t. He asks me, “Does she still love me?” I say, “Of course she does.” Then the screen goes black, And he curls up against my chest. I tell him you’ll call in the morning— But I don’t know if that’s true yet. He falls asleep still holding on, Your name beneath his thumb. And I pray he never learns the truth: You saw him calling and chose not to come. Outro Half past nine, Keys in your hand. One unanswered call I still don’t understand. Why won’t you let him see your face? He’s still waiting where he stands.
