She left the porch light on
But not the door unlocked
And that’s how I knew
She wasn’t coming back
She packed her bags in the quiet of dawn
Left her perfume on the curtains drawn
No fight, no tears, just a note on the bed
Said “I need more than what’s in your head”
I gave her comfort, I gave her calm
But she wanted thunder, she wanted harm
She wanted fire I couldn’t fake
So she walked away before I’d wake
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye,
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
We used to dance in the kitchen light
Laugh at nothing, hold on tight
But something changed, I saw it fade
In the way she smiled like she was afraid
She missed the chaos, missed the chase
Said I was love, but not her place
I held her close, but not enough
She needed rough, I offered love
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye,
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
I found her scarf in the backseat dust
Still smells like rain and broken trust
I drive the roads we used to roam
But every turn just leads me home
She wanted more than I could be
And maybe that’s not just on me
I gave her peace, she gave me pain
But I’d still take her back again
Now I sit with coffee cold
Talk to ghosts and stories old
She’s out there chasing something new
While I still dream of her and what to do
I hope she finds what makes her sing
Even if it’s not this ring
I’ll keep the porch light burning low
Just in case she wants to come home
But maybe love ain’t just one face
Maybe hearts can't win every race
I’ll mend the cracks, I’ll learn to bend
And maybe someday let it  end
Or someone’s start
With a softer heart
I’ll walk again
Even if it’s torn apart
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye,
Why honey why did you say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
“Goodbye… goodbye…”
“Why honey why…”
“Goodbye… goodbye…”
“Why honey why…”


Why Honey Why by American K-POP BOYS

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Why Honey Why by American K-POP BOYS

Edwin Balder