Was There a Song?

Heard a story 'bout a man
Was gonna end his life, even made a plan
What stopped him was a song that played
On the radio as he was on his way
It was a song about a father's grief
The lyrics pierced him, made him see
He turned around right then and there
And he hurried home with tears and prayer

I was moved by that, I was
But then I closed the door because
It made me think of you
It made me wonder too

Was there a song that might have stopped you
A melody that might have brought you
To your senses before you followed through
On the last thing that you planned to do?
If there was, I'll ask God why
You didn't hear it just in time
Then you'd have hurried home to me
And we'd be singing songs like it used to be
Singing like it used to be

Now and then I reach and take your phone
It looks and feels just like my own
I tell myself that I shouldn't pry
But then the hours go swiping by
The songs are there that we'd listen to
Just washing dishes, me and you
Dylan made us wonder why
And that Taylor song that made you cry

But now I wonder through those words
I just can't sing 'em 'cause it hurts
It's like I'm listening for the line
That might have changed your mind

Was there a song that might have stopped you
A melody that might have brought you
To your senses before you followed through
On the last thing that you planned to do?
If there was, I'll ask God why
You didn't hear it just in time
Then you'd have hurried home to me
And we'd be singing songs, singing like it used to be

Your mother's gone, she left last year
I guess grief's a weight that some can't share
Your brother's trying to soldier on
But you can tell a piece of him is gone
I'm trying too, I'm back to school
And ditched the jeans you said weren't cool
But I know I'll never turn the page
When I turn the car and drive past your grave

And I'm a songwriter now
Hoping maybe that somehow
If these tales of mine are told
One song might save a soul

Is this a song that might have stopped you
A melody that might have brought you
To your senses before you followed through
On the last thing that you planned to do?
If it is, I'll ask God why
I couldn't write it back in time
Then you'd have hurried home to me
And we'd be singing songs like it used to be
Singing like it used to be
Just washing dishes, driving 'round, you and me
Was there a song?
Was there a song?