What to play ran through Coby's mind as he sat: his own songs, covers, trying to find what would be right in the moment, but his hands apparently had their own ideas, and they played the first chord before he had any idea the choice had been made. Playing the same chord a second time, he began to sing:

It's all I could do to keep from crying
It was all that I could do to turn and walk away
And when I found there was no use left in trying
I decided there was no need for me to even make us stay