Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Sawdust on my glasses today Sanding all the rough parts away Smell of spruce and Titebond glue Building something mostly new My chisels aren't as sharp as they should be But I like the grain looking back at me [Pre-Chorus] I’ve got a little favor to ask A simple, quiet, hidden task Before I seal the top plate on And all the hollow light is gone [Chorus] I’m hiding words inside the wood Where the resonance is good Writing for a stranger’s ear Words that I hope they hear Hidden in this custom guitar Showing them just who they are [Verse] Wrote one about a Tuesday rain Etched it like a little stain Another one ‘bout window panes Hiding all the old refrains It’s awkward, yeah, it’s quite a mess But it’s a way to heal, I guess [Pre-Chorus] The pencil lead is soft and dark Leaving such a private mark The sun is hitting the workbench dust In a way that feels like trust [Chorus] I’m hiding words inside the wood Where the resonance is good Writing for a stranger’s ear Words that I hope they hear Hidden in this custom guitar Showing them just who they are [Bridge] Maybe in thirty years or so The bridge will lift, the neck will bow And some luthier with better hands Will find my ink and understand The tiny ghost I left behind The messy thoughts inside my mind [Solo] [Verse] I wonder who will strum the G And never think of little me Will they play it in a bar? Or underneath a lonely star? I hope they play it out of tune On a sleepy Sunday afternoon [Chorus] I’m hiding words inside the wood Where the resonance is good Writing for a stranger’s ear Words that I hope they hear Hidden in this custom guitar Showing them just who they are [Outro]
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