Dust on My Strings

Boots by the doorway

Coffee gone cold

Radio humming

Same lies it's told

Wind through the window

Rattles these frames

Your shadow's still leaning

On my last name

I keep talking to the dust

Like it's you in this room

Every creak in these old floorboards

Sounds like you're coming through

There's dust on my strings

Where your fingers used to be

You'd bend every note

Till it cut right through me

Now it's me and this bow

Chasing ghosts in the dark

Playing low

Playing slow

For the crack in my heart

That map on the wall

Pins where we'd go

Mountains and rivers

Dreams we outgrew slow

You wanted highways

I clung to this town

You took the high road

I doubled down

I pour another midnight

Let it burn

Let it bruise

Every song feels like a promise

That I was born to lose

There's dust on my strings

Where your fingers used to be

You'd bend every note

Till it cut right through me

Now it's me and this bow

Chasing ghosts in the dark

Playing low

Playing slow

For the crack in my heart

Tell me

Did you find that restless sky you craved?

Or did the bright lights fade

Like they always fade?

I’m here

With a busted cheap guitar and this fiddle cry

Making peace with every goodbye

There's dust on my strings

Where your fingers used to be

You'd bend every note

Till it cut right through me

Now it's me and this bow

Chasing ghosts in the dark

Playing low

Playing slow

For the crack in my heart

So I'll play one more chorus

For the life we almost