Broken Helio Nights

I sit on the front porch and watch the dust rise

Another cold sunset in these quiet skies

The old wooden boards where we used to stand

Are fading to grey like the lines in my hand

And the wind keeps on blowing

(ahhhh) Like it knows where you've gone

Oh, the hardest part

of letting go

Is living in the spaces

that you used to fill

The quiet in the kitchen,

the shadow on the hill

Yeah, this old house

is standing still

Your coffee cup sits on the counter alone

A quiet reminder

of a love we had known

I tried to rewrite every word that we spoke

But promises burned down to nothing but smoke

(nothing but smoke)

Oh, the hardest part

of letting go

Is living in the spaces

that you used to fill

The quiet in the kitchen,

the shadow on the hill

Yeah, this old house

is standing still

Standing still... (mmmmm)