Strings of Solace

{clean

fingerpicked acoustic guitar intro,

intimate room

ambience} (humm) Six thin wires stretched over wood

Dusty old body doing what it should

Telling stories without any words

Softest music you ever heard

{acoustic

guitar continues with light brushed snare}

Oh, let the cedar sing to the night

Underneath the pale porch light

Just an instrument

made of pine and bone

Making sure I am never alone

{soaring

vocal harmony, light pedal steel swell}

Fretboard worn where my fingers trace

Years of travel in a weathered case

Every scratch is a song we kept

While the rest of the cold world slept

{guitar and subtle mandolin counter-melody} We don't need a stage or a

crowd

To make this quiet room feel loud

{dynamic build-up, acoustic strumming intensifies} (ohhh)

Oh, let the cedar sing to the night

Underneath the pale porch light Just an instrument made of pine and

bone

Making sure I am never alone

{full band climax with

soaring slide guitar} Just six strings...

And a wooden heart...

{music fades to single guitar picking,

tape hiss} (hummmm)