Dust on My Strings

[Verse 1]
Boots by the doorway
Coffee gone cold
Radio humming
Same lies it's told
Wind through the window
Rattles these frames
Your shadow's still leaning
On my last name
[Pre-Chorus]
I keep talking to the dust
Like it's you in this room
Every creak in these old floorboards
Sounds like you're coming through
[Chorus]
There's dust on my strings
Where your fingers used to be
You'd bend every note
Till it cut right through me
Now it's me and this bow
Chasing ghosts in the dark
Playing low
Playing slow
For the crack in my heart
[Verse 2]
That map on the wall
Pins where we'd go
Mountains and rivers
Dreams we outgrew slow
You wanted highways
I clung to this town
You took the high road
I doubled down
[Pre-Chorus]
I pour another midnight
Let it burn
Let it bruise
Every song feels like a promise
That I was born to lose
[Chorus]
There's dust on my strings
Where your fingers used to be
You'd bend every note
Till it cut right through me
Now it's me and this bow
Chasing ghosts in the dark
Playing low
Playing slow
For the crack in my heart
[Bridge]
Tell me
Did you find that restless sky you craved?
Or did the bright lights fade
Like they always fade?
I’m here
With a busted cheap guitar and this fiddle cry
Making peace with every goodbye
[Chorus]
There's dust on my strings
Where your fingers used to be
You'd bend every note
Till it cut right through me
Now it's me and this bow
Chasing ghosts in the dark
Playing low
Playing slow
For the crack in my heart
[Outro]
So I'll play one more chorus
For the life we almost

rock, Slow-burn country-blues ballad with male vocals, roomy drums, walking bass, and a worn Telecaster trading licks with a soulful fiddle. Verses stay close and intimate, brushes on the snare and tremolo guitar; choruses open with stacked harmonies, louder kick, and a soaring violin answering the vocal lines. Subtle organ pad glues the mix, letting the lead voice sit upfront and ragged., country rock, blues, violin