[Verse 1]
I was leaning by the window when her storm rolled through,
Talking like a sinner in a Sunday pew.
Told her 'bout my job, told her 'bout my war,
Told her things I hadn’t told no one before.
[Verse 2]
She smiled like a ghost in a gospel song,
Like she knew that I'd be breaking where I felt so strong.
Said, “Boy, you got the thunder, but you haven't got the rain,”
Then she faded like the tail of a westbound train.
[Chorus]
I said too much, I laid it all too bare—
Hung my hopes like laundry in the cold night air.
Now I’m standing all alone with just this busted tune,
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
[Verse 3]
Now there's just a silence where her laughter stood,
Like a redbird gone off flying from a piney wood.
I should’ve let the night do what the night does best—
Hold the truth too close and let the other stuff rest.
[Chorus]
I said too much, I laid it all too bare—
Hung my hopes like laundry in the cold night air.
Now I’m standing all alone with just this busted tune,
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
©Clement A. Thorne
????️ Clement A. Thorne is a singer-songwriter blending Americana, blues, outlaw country, and rockabilly into gritty, low-fidelity recordings.
Every track is self-produced.
These songs are stories—stripped down and steeped in soul.
???? Subscribe for original lo-fi country music, dusty lyric videos, and back porch blues.
➡️ For fans of: Kris Kristofferson, Hank Williams, Robert Johnson, The Band, Townes Van Zandt, Johnny Cash, Blaze Foley.
#ClementAThorne #LoFiCountry #AmericanaMusic #OutlawCountry #SingerSongwriter #OriginalMusic #FolkBlues #TexasSongwriter #HomeRecording #FourTrackMagic #HonkyTonkBlues
I was leaning by the window when her storm rolled through,
Talking like a sinner in a Sunday pew.
Told her 'bout my job, told her 'bout my war,
Told her things I hadn’t told no one before.
[Verse 2]
She smiled like a ghost in a gospel song,
Like she knew that I'd be breaking where I felt so strong.
Said, “Boy, you got the thunder, but you haven't got the rain,”
Then she faded like the tail of a westbound train.
[Chorus]
I said too much, I laid it all too bare—
Hung my hopes like laundry in the cold night air.
Now I’m standing all alone with just this busted tune,
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
[Verse 3]
Now there's just a silence where her laughter stood,
Like a redbird gone off flying from a piney wood.
I should’ve let the night do what the night does best—
Hold the truth too close and let the other stuff rest.
[Chorus]
I said too much, I laid it all too bare—
Hung my hopes like laundry in the cold night air.
Now I’m standing all alone with just this busted tune,
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
Talking to the shadows in my hotel room.
©Clement A. Thorne
????️ Clement A. Thorne is a singer-songwriter blending Americana, blues, outlaw country, and rockabilly into gritty, low-fidelity recordings.
Every track is self-produced.
These songs are stories—stripped down and steeped in soul.
???? Subscribe for original lo-fi country music, dusty lyric videos, and back porch blues.
➡️ For fans of: Kris Kristofferson, Hank Williams, Robert Johnson, The Band, Townes Van Zandt, Johnny Cash, Blaze Foley.
#ClementAThorne #LoFiCountry #AmericanaMusic #OutlawCountry #SingerSongwriter #OriginalMusic #FolkBlues #TexasSongwriter #HomeRecording #FourTrackMagic #HonkyTonkBlues
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