Track 4 of the album The Third Chair · 2015
The Guitar by the Window
“A guitar standing by a window collecting afternoons. It's the simplest picture I could find for missing somebody.”
jazz ballad · parlour ballad · acoustic jazz · 4:03
Lyrics
There's a guitar by the window Where the afternoon comes in The strings have gone a little slack The wood is warm and thin He played it for me once Before the morning came He never sang my name But he played it just the same Leave the guitar by the window Let the light go through the strings Some songs wait a lifetime For a hand to wake the things Leave the guitar by the window I will keep it dusted clean It still remembers all he played And that is more than I have seen I tuned it once in winter But I could not make it ring Some notes belong to certain hands And hands are different things Now the cat sleeps in its shadow And the dust dances in the sun It is quiet as a promise That is waiting to be done Leave the guitar by the window Let the light go through the strings Some songs wait a lifetime For a hand to wake the things Leave the guitar by the window I will keep it dusted clean It still remembers all he played And that is more than I have seen Maybe someone young will come And lift it from the stand And play a tune I almost know With a gentle, steady hand Leave the guitar by the window Let the light go through the strings Some songs wait a lifetime For a hand to wake the things Leave the guitar by the window I will keep it dusted clean It still remembers all he played And that is more than I have seen Leave the guitar by the window Let it keep the light