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{warm fingerpicked dreadnought acoustic guitar begins softly,
intimate room ambiance, a distant melancholic pedal steel swell} (hummmmm) There is
a bicycle
left in the drive
Rusty chain
and the grass growing high
Dinner is warm
but the kitchen is cold
Learning to carry
the weight on your own
{intimate whispered vocals, close-mic'd,
gentle upright acoustic bass joins} Oh,
the quietest room in the back of the house
Where the thoughts in your head are the only sound
Waiting for someone to knock on the door
But it is only
the wind on the floor
(ahhhh) {vocals expand with soft double-tracking,
light brushed snare and kick join} Drawing a map
on the bedroom wall
Places you'll go
when you grow up tall
But tonight the ceiling
is vast as the sky
Counting the cars
as they're passing you by
{percussion drops out, returning to fingerpicked guitar and bass,
more present vocal} And the shadows
are long on the lawn
Waiting for dawn to arrive {crescendo of pedal steel,
acoustic instruments building in intensity,
emotional swelling} (please
hold on) Oh, the quietest room in the back of the house
Where the thoughts in your head are the only sound
Waiting for someone to knock on the door
But it is only
the wind on the floor
{full acoustic band arrangement,
rich vocal harmonies, pedal steel weeping,
brushed percussion}
Only the wind... (hummmm) {instruments slowly fade,
leaving
only a single fingerpicked acoustic guitar and a final soft breath}