Good As I Can Be

Worn-out shoes, fading skies, full hearts – and you at the end of the road.
“Coming Home” is an emotional road song about late nights, second tries, and the pull of a place – or a person – that feels like home. With imagery of neon towns, falling stars, and blurry eyes on empty highways, it’s a track about finding clarity in return. For everyone who’s ever run far just to get closer.

Ausgetretene Schuhe, offener Himmel, volles Herz – und du am Ziel.
„Coming Home“ ist ein emotionaler Roadtrip-Song über späte Nächte, zweite Chancen und das tiefe Gefühl, unterwegs zu sein – und trotzdem zu wissen, wo man hingehört. Zwischen fallenden Sternen, flimmernden Straßen und leisen Erinnerungen erzählt der Song von der Kraft, heimzukehren. Für alle, die losfahren, um endlich anzukommen.

Coming Home

MY GRANDFATHER’S ARMS
Words & Music by Rhob Elliott
©1998, 2025 Awful Racket Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

[Verse 1]
He smelled like old leather and sawdust and time
Wore flannel like armor and boots full of pride
With a voice like gravel and hands that could heal
He taught me what’s true and he showed me what’s real

[Pre-Chorus]
When the world felt too big, and I felt too small
He’d lift me up, like I’d never fall

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, the world made sense
I was safe in a storm, behind his defense
He didn’t say much, but his silence was kind
And I found more love than words could define
Now he’s gone, but somehow I’m calm
‘Cause I still feel home in my grandfather’s arms

[Verse 2]
He’d sit on the porch with his coffee and chair
Tell stories so simple, but they hung in the air
He didn’t chase money, never needed the fame
Said, “A good life is built on your word and your name”

[Pre-Chorus]
He’d hand me his coat when the cold settled in
And I swear, just like that, I’d feel whole again

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, the fear disappeared
Like the world slowed down when he pulled me near
He’d hum some old tune from a time long gone
But the feeling it gave me still lingers on
He’s a whisper now, not flesh and bone
But I still stand tall from my grandfather’s arms

[Bridge]
I carry his watch, and I wear his name
I’ve got his fire, running through my veins
And when I’m tired, or when life feels too hard
I remember the strength in his steady heart

[Chorus]
In my grandfather’s arms, I first learned to believe
In the quiet kind of love that never leaves
And when I hold my child and they look up at me
I hope they feel what he gave to me
He’s with me still, in soul and in calm
Yeah, I still live in my grandfather’s arms

[Outro]
He may be gone, but I know this much is true
His arms still guide me in all that I do
In my grandfather's arms



MY GRANDFATHER'S ARMS

MY GRANDFATHER’S ARMS

Ain’t no spring rooster. Ain’t pretending either.
A raw slice of bluesy defiance from Dr. Foss – where every line carries dirt under its fingernails.
🎸 For anyone who ever kept walking when the world said stop.

Early Days

DUST ON MY NAME

How I Like My Women

This song is about the quiet weight of character.
Not the kind you boast about or wrap in slogans,
but the kind revealed over time when no one's watching.

It’s a reminder that charm isn’t loyalty, and volume isn’t truth.
That we’ve got to look deeper past the posture, the politics, and the noise
to see what someone’s truly made of.

And if we want a better world, we have to do the same with ourselves.
Listen more. Judge less.
Reach across before we write someone off.

Because what makes a person a real friend.
what makes them worthy of trust.
isn’t where they stand on a stage
it’s how they stand when it matters most.

[Verse 1]
Be careful who you call your friend
Not every smile stays to the end
Some walk beside you just for show
But when the winds shift, they let go

It’s easy to nod and go along
But easy doesn’t make you strong
Truth is quiet, and time reveals
Who shows up when no one kneels

[Chorus]
So look deeper than a handshake
Deeper than the words they send
Character’s not built in moments
It shows in how they treat the end
Don’t judge by charm or where they’ve been
Look deeper into what makes them men

[Verse 2]
Some wear borrowed words like skin
Echoing noise they were raised within
But decency can wear a quiet face
And grace don’t always run the race

Don’t judge the bold or those who shout
Some speak loud because they’ve lived without
But the ones who show when it all falls through
Are the ones worth holding on to

[Chorus]
So look deeper than the posture
Deeper than the practiced spin
Ask yourself who lifts the weight
When there’s nothing left to win
Not everyone’s a lifelong friend
Look deeper into what makes them men

[Bridge]
It starts with listening without a fight
Leaving space for someone else to be right
Not every battle needs to be won
Sometimes growth means biting your tongue

Ask more questions, let silence speak
You’ll learn the strong are often meek
Sit with those you used to resist
And you might find grace in what you missed

[Final Chorus]
So look deeper than a first impression
Past the pride, beyond confession
It’s not the label or where they’ve been
It’s how they love and how they bend
The world won’t heal through pride or spin
But by learning what makes us kin
Reach across and start again
That’s how we learn what makes them men

What Makes Them Men

What I See

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Two of a Kind *lyrics by Warren Batts track by Phillip Thomas

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Convincing Hilda

IM A WELSH YOUTUBER AND MUSIC CREATOR FROM WALES 🐺🏴
I create a variety of content across my platforms — from gaming and storytelling to original AI-powered music. You can find me on YouTube and TikTok (@welshwolf.content).

I write all my lyrics and use AI music tools to bring them to life — blending creativity, emotion, and cinematic energy into every track.

I’m now exploring different genres of music, from hard-hitting rock and metal to emotional storytelling songs, experimental fusions, and beyond. Each release is a step forward in the evolution of the Welshwolf sound.

Thank you for checking out my work and supporting my journey — it means a lot.
Diolch fawr iawn / Thank you so much!

DUST ON MY NAME

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