[Verse 1] Coffee gone cold in a chipped white cup Sun sneaks in through a torn curtain cut Same three flies on the same window pane Same old shirt Same old stain
[Chorus] Gravel on the front porch Stones in my shoes Every step I’m dragging Heavy with the news If love is a river I’m stuck in the mud Gravel on the front porch Heart in the flood
[Verse 2] Your note’s still pinned to the old screen door Two short lines Then nothing more Ashtray full But the fire burned out Neighbors all quiet But my bones still shout
[Chorus]
[Bridge] [low vocal register] I tried that sweet talk I tried that prayer Left my pride like smoke in the air Now it’s just splinters creak under my feet Your name in the dust Fading down the street
[Chorus]
Стиль музыки
folk, Raw front-porch folk blues, male vocals and close-mic’d rasp. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar with a droning low string, brushed snare and stomping floorboard kick. Verses stay intimate and dry; chorus swells with gang-style harmonies and a wheezy harmonica. Subtle slide guitar answers vocal phrases, final chorus fades on handclaps and humming., blues