This is the one I was scared to write for twenty years.
It’s about the night I stole from my own mother, the courtroom I faced alone, the four months in orange, the warrant, the 2,000-mile drive west with nothing but a death wish and a Dr Pepper waiting on the other side.
It’s about every door that slammed in my face… and the one man who refused to close his.
Daddy never stood in that courtroom. He didn’t have to. He was the porch light in Arizona I ran toward when the rest of the world went dark.
Twenty years clean because one man kept a door open when everybody else (including me) said I didn’t deserve it.
If you’ve ever been the black sheep, the prodigal, the one they gave up on… if you’ve ever had one person who wouldn’t let go… this song is going to hit you like a freight train and hug you at the same time.
Turn it up. Let it wreck you. Then call the person who never closed their door and tell them thank you while you still can.
