So this song was inspired by lyrics Stephen sent me. I warned him I was thinking to go in a different direction and he was totally cool with it 😆 I originally intended to use MORE of his lyrics, but I had a different story that came to mind so it really morphed into it's own thing... still credit to Stephen for giving me such a great prompt!
So I wrote this with a guy's voice in mind, with the basic story-concept being that when someone leaves you, you can't just erase their memory even if they take all their belongings. I ruminated on this idea for a couple days, and come up with a chorus ahead of time, but wrote the music and lyrics in a one hour sitting, ( thanks for the encouragement @kellyizzoshapiro ) which as far as lyric writing goes is a big achievement for me. Music is always quick and painless, but writing even half-decent lyrics in a short amount of time is painstakingly hard. These lyrics could use a little work, but I think there is lots of good stuff here.
I say it every time, but I'm not a guitarist. I probably would have done this on keyboard but haven't had a chance to setup all my gear that's still packed up from a gig I had last night... alas, you must hear my shitty guitar playing 😀 The thing I like about guitar is my playing is so limited I'm forced to think more lyrically and also make the most of the chords I can reasonable play.
Final note (wow my liner notes are getting long), I'm trying to put the most energy and time into writing, NOT playing, so I recorded this once, messed up one lyric (said "honey" instead of "honey-colored") and did some improving on the bridge and outro just for shits and giggles.
You came back to pick up the last of your things
like the ceramic cup that you made last year
but you left on the table a faded coffee ring
a memory of the mornings when you were still here
You’ve taken your love and all your physical things
but it’s the stuff you can’t take that keeps lingering
I’m sure I’ll be fine, even though I can’t smile
with all you’ve left behind it’s gonna take a while
You walked through the door the very next day
just to pick up the jacket you left on my chair
you didn’t know you’d also left on my pillow
the sweet scent of your honey-colored hair
-- CHORUS --
the end of the day, your work here is done
you’ve got nothing to say so you silently leave
I watch from my window as you drive away
How I wish you’d also take all these memories
-- CHORUS --