Using the metaphor of an absent father, this is a song written to God; a commentary that we, as a people, have made a mess of things in many ways, and we could use a little Divine intervention, if you will.
pop
rock
acoustic
adult contemporary
power pop
original
publishing
singersongwriter
california
new country
authentic
aor
april
adult album
dance moms
higuera
Story behind the song
helplessness, I suppose
Lyrics
THE 8th DAY
2009 April Higuera
Your crazy mind dreamed up this place
You built this house with love and faith
Mother says that you would have stayed
But it didn’t turn out like you wanted
I’m chasing you down halls long haunted
Wait
Don’t leave us here alone
Yeah we made a mess of things
Wait
We can’t fix this on our own
We admit we weren’t listening
Can you please tell us just one thing
What happens on the 8th day?
I thought my life was safe in your hands
My simple mind just can’t comprehend
That you conceived this God awful plan
I was sold on love and laughter
Now I’m running from this disaster
Wait
Don’t leave us here alone
Yeah we made a mess of things
Wait
We can’t fix this on our own
We admit we weren’t listening
Can you please tell us just one thing
What happens on the 8th day?
Black and white, no middle
Love or fight, your riddle
So few try to figure out
Wait
Don’t leave us here alone
Yeah we made a mess of things
Wait
We can’t fix this on our own
We admit we weren’t listening
Can you please tell us just one thing
What happens on the 8th day?