Strings of Solace

(humm) Six thin wires stretched over wood

Dusty old body doing what it should

Telling stories without any words

Softest music you ever heard

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

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

We don't need a stage or a crowd

To make this quiet room feel loud (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

Just six strings...

And a wooden heart... (hummmm)