Porch ghost

Sometimes the quiet is the loudest thing in the world. Just me, this drink, and a whole lot of space. Yeah... let’s go." (Verse 1 - Rapid-fire but soft / Effortless annunciation) Look, I’m sitting here just watching how the cigarette smoke trails, Thinking 'bout the way a solid plan eventually fails. I kept every memory of you locked away in my head, Every word that you whispered, every word that you said. It’s like a library of secrets and I’m losing the key, Trying to figure out who I’m actually supposed to be. I moved fast through the days just to outrun the ghost, But the things that we lose are the things we feel most. Now the porch is real cold and the ice is real thin, And I’m tired of the places that I’ve already been. (Pre-Chorus - Melodic and clear) The treeline is fading, the sky’s turning grey, I’m just trying to find a reason for staying this way. I’m a high-speed soul in a low-speed frame, And I’m tired of the way that I carry your name. (Chorus - Wide open / Heavy soul) And I don’t love the way I remember you, Every single thing that we didn't do. I’m staring at the road from this old wooden chair, Just breathing in the ghosts and the cold Northern air. (Ad-lib: Northstar) Yeah, I’m done with the static, I’m done with the blue, I’m just a man on a porch who is finally through. No, I don’t love the way I remember you. (Verse 2 - Increased velocity / Surgical but human) See, I can talk real fast but the heart moves slow, There’s a lot of things in life that I didn't want to know. I kept the pictures in a box in the back of my mind, Thinking maybe there was something that I’d eventually find. But the cadence of the rain is the only thing left, Like a rhythm in my chest or a beautiful theft. I’m a high-liability heart with nothing to lose, Just a pair of tired eyes and a pair of worn shoes. I’m the Sound of the North, I’m the weight of the snow, I’m the one who stayed behind just to watch you go. (Bridge - Stripped back / Just the guitar) No more files. No more logs. Just the sound of the crickets and the morning fog. I’m letting it go. Every bit of it. (Ad-lib: Northstar) (Chorus - Final Hook / Emotional) And I don’t love the way I remember you, Every single thing that we didn't do. I’m staring at the road from this old wooden chair, Just breathing in the ghosts and the cold Northern air. (Ad-lib: Northstar) Yeah, I’m done with the static, I’m done with the blue, I’m just a man on a porch who is finally through. No, I don’t love the way I remember you. (Outro - The guitar slows down to a final, ringing chord) "That’s it. No more keeping it locked away. Just let it breathe. Northstar... goodnight."