Lyrics and music © Jack McCall

Sometimes it’ll cross my mind
That I see so much but am still so blind
I understand the ties that bind
But still no clue what’s going on inside

Chorus
Here I go again (here I go)
Never if, but when (here I go)
No more now and then (here I go)
Will this cycle ever end? (I don't know)

Sometimes I feel that I’m 
Too old to live, too young to die
As every year goes by
The child inside gets left behind

Bridge
Sometimes, and I don’t know why,
The darkness starts to intensify
Everything seems perfectly fine
But still I’m drowning in my bottle of wine
At times like this I wonder why
I even bother to try
Every time I think I've broken through
I find myself creeping back again to you

Every time that I restart
I feel can us drifting apart
Ties unravel, Trust erodes
A subtle distance begins to grow


Here I Go Again

A burst of sunlight after a long winter of doubt. “Love Again” is a joyful confession dressed in jangly guitars, claps, and real laughter — the sound of rediscovering belief in something simple and good. Built on tactile details — a photobooth strip, sugar moons, a till bell that sings — it’s a song about the quiet, accidental magic of connection.

Love Again

A certainty 
A certain feeling that’s escaping me
A feeling being
Patterns woven in my tapestry 
Can think of where I want to be 
A plane that you can’t see 
A fleeting dream
Familiar feelings they keep taking me
To places I don’t know

And we are going home 
To where we keep our sanity
The same place where we keep track of all our things 
And we are growing old 
Not as bad as it may seem
We’re fast asleep but something comes and wakes us suddenly 

Would you agree?
It’s past the point of possibility?
A falling tree
It interferes with all your sanctities 
Can you imagine where we’d be?
We’re free from our own histories

Would you agree 
It’s past the point of possibility?
A flowing stream
We freed ourselves from our own histories
A flowing stream
We freed ourselves from our own histories
And you’ll see what I mean

And we are going home 
To where we keep our sanity
The same place where we keep track of all our things 
And we are growing old 
Not as bad as it may seem
We’re fast asleep but something comes and wakes us suddenly

Histories

I'm just kidding Damon, Naomi, and Dean, love y'all.

Universe 400

A spacey, bassy trial of problems and soothingly licky guitar tones.

Wasted

Screech

Slack

Tower of Sleep

Young

Painfully

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Guitarist of *Astral Travel*
Music Maker of *Sad Sea*
Auteur of *Amy Umbra*

Los Angeles-based sometimes songwriter, pseudo-multi-instrumentalist and part-time self-deprecator/hyphen-enthusiast.

Check Drew out on Spotify, Apple Music, Amazon Music, Tidal, and YouTube Music.

https://linktr.ee/drewstiver

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