Someday's Here
Someday's Here
I was seventeen the first time I pressed my face to that glass. There was a sunburst Les Paul in the case at the shop off the access road, and I did what broke kids do — I memorized the serial number like it was a phone number for a version of me that hadn't happened yet. Then I walked past that window for thirty years. Rent. Vans. Bar-band nights. A house I promised myself I'd pay for before I got greedy with a dream. Well — the house went quiet last week. Paid for. And today I walked in and said it out loud, steady as I could: "The sunburst, please."
Here's the thing I didn't expect. I thought the wanting would die at the register — that finally holding the thing you chased would break whatever carried you all those years. It didn't. I struck one chord in the shop and the wanting didn't die. It planted the next one. That's what this song is. It lives on the Full Band Fidelity road — a Tuesday rocker, telecaster up front, the kind of record you play with the windows down on the way home from getting exactly what you wanted, forty-six years old and grinning like an idiot about it. The best song is still unwritten. The wanting made sure of that.
Lyrics
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sunburst hanging in the glass case
Serial burning in my brain
Seventeen with empty pockets
Counting out what I can't name
Thirty autumns walking past it
Rent and vans and bar-band nights
Told that window "wait, I'm coming"
Kept that promise out of sight
[Chorus]
Someday's here, someday's here
I can feel it in my hands
Someday's here, someday's here
Grin so wide it splits the band
Someday's here, someday's here
First chord rings and I understand
The wanting doesn't die
It plants the next one in the land
[Verse 2]
Shop kid lifts it down so careful
Like it weighs what I saved
Thumb finds the fretboard easy
Like it's been keeping my place
Hard-case latch snaps like an answer
Thirty years to hear that sound
I walk in and I say it steady
"The sunburst, please — I'm here now"
[Chorus]
Someday's here, someday's here
I can feel it in my hands
Someday's here, someday's here
Grin so wide it splits the band
Someday's here, someday's here
First chord rings and I understand
The wanting doesn't die
It plants the next one in the land
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Final Chorus]
Someday's here, someday's here
Best song's still inside my chest
Someday's here, someday's here
Seventeen in the glass just nods
The wanting didn't die
It grew teeth and it took its shot
Someday's here, someday's here
[Instrumental Outro]
Production Note
Full Band Fidelity road (Tuesday). Tight 2026 modern rock band record at 120 bpm — telecaster bite leading, driving eighth-note verses into a wide four-on-the-floor radio chorus, Hammond B3 swelling under the final chorus, a real hard-case latch click opening the intro like a door. The bridge is instrumental on purpose: the telecaster says what the wanting sounds like when it finally gets fed. ~3:20.
Written by Wyatt Cole. AI-assisted production, NXagents.