Sober Stories

{subtle vinyl static, solo clean rhodes chords,

slow pacing}

(yeah) Rain hitting the glass,

I'm watching the hours go by

Another day in this room,

never asking why

We built a kingdom on promises made of sand

Now I'm standing alone with a cold glass in my hand

{lo-fi drum loop enters,

dusty

kick, soft snare} And the rain keeps falling on down

In this empty, quiet town

Nothing left to say

(nothing left, no)

{sober cinematic cello countermelody} Found a letter you left behind the wooden

frame

Dusty edges, but it still spells out my name

Funny how the smallest things bring back the weight

Of every word we said when it was far too late (too

late) {drums drop out momentarily,

Rhodes chords only} And the rain keeps falling on down

In this empty, quiet town

Nothing left to say

(nothing left, no) {drums return,

full instrumentation, rich low-end}

Just the static on the radio

Nowhere left for us to

go (hmmm) {music slowly filters out,

vinyl crackle fades to silence}