Cedar Chest Memories

{tender fingerpicked

acoustic guitar} {sorrowful violin entry} The coffee’s black and the kitchen’s far

too quiet

The morning sun tries to stir up a restless riot

It paints the dust motes dancing in the hall Where we penciled

your height up against the wall

I pour two cups,

then I catch my own mistake Just another habit that the loneliness

didn't break Still waiting on a shadow that never plans to wake

Oh, the weight of old photographs

is heavy on my chest

Just paper ghosts put

to an uneasy rest

I’m anchored to the porch swing,

watching the seasons turn

With a lesson in the silence

I never wanted to learn

Yeah, this gravel road remembers your old laugh

But it don't tell the story of the aftermath Maybe I should

sell the tractor and the lease

Find a little town that’ll offer me some peace

But every rusted nail and every board that starts to creak Is

the only way I hear the words I’m dying to speak

No, I ain't ready to let the memory fade To leave the

wreckage of the promises we made

{mournful

expressive violin solo climbs in intensity} {warm acoustic

rhythm guitar driving below} The sun dips low,

painting shadows long and thin

The autumn chill is finally starting to settle in

I put the picture back inside the cedar chest

Take a long, slow breath and try to get some rest

The land keeps spinning,

regardless of the cost And I’m still standing here,

counting all I lost

Underneath the light of a star that's already crossed

I'm still standing

here

Underneath the light of a

star Counting all I lost {fade out on lingering acoustic guitar chord}