Track 8 of the album Halfway Home · 2019
The Guitar Waits for Me
by Zuri Bell
“My own guitar was gathering dust, so I wrote it a letter. It is hushed, and I recorded it late at night.”
pop · hushed pop · bedroom pop · 3:01
Lyrics
Dust on the case by the bedroom door Hasn't been opened since the spring before But I hear it hum when the house is still A little song waiting on the window sill Open the clasp, let the light come in Where the old songs end, new ones begin The guitar waits for me Sweet and patient as the sea Tune it slow, let it play Take the heavy out of the day The guitar waits for me Every string a memory Hold it close, hold it near All the songs I love live here Your name in marker on the wooden side A sticker from a summer, faded with pride I pluck one note and the whole room glows Sunlight, soft shadows, and nobody knows Open the clasp, let the light come in Where the old songs end, new ones begin The guitar waits for me Sweet and patient as the sea Tune it slow, let it play Take the heavy out of the day The guitar waits for me Every string a memory Hold it close, hold it near All the songs I love live here Softly now, no need to be loud One small song is enough for a crowd Close my eyes, let the melody stay Home is a chord I know how to play The guitar waits for me Sweet and patient as the sea Tune it slow, let it play Take the heavy out of the day The guitar waits for me Every string a memory Hold it close, hold it near All the songs I love live here The guitar waits for me Soft and sweet, wait and see