Story Behind The Song

This is a story about lost love, and the after math. This is the place where you feel like you might never be joyful again, and where nothing that once brought you joy feel right, beach you're missing the one that made it all worthwhile. And even when time comes in to heal the pain bit, sometimes it sneaks up on your out of nowhere.

Song Description

Acoustic country/Americana. Acoustic guitar driven with B3 Organ, and slide guitar features

Lyrics

6 am, the sun aint up,
Grab my usual coffee cup.
Same old Monday Morning song.
Draw the curtains back a touch,
And shiver as I close them up
It's the longest winter I recall

Yesterday along M-22,
I stopped and marveled that the view
no longer took my breath away.
"Maybe it's just the chill", I thought,
"that makes me numb to the artwork of God"
But you know I know better

Oh, it don't mean a thing without you,
No it don't mean a thing.
Oh, just don't mean a thing without you now,
No, it don't mean a thing.

Tuesday morning, early June
Sun is warm, the trees in bloom.
Winters chill has come and gone.
I get out to take a walk downtown,
Past the rush of dogs and bikes and sound,
Streets are flowing like a song

For so long I've been doing fine
Keeping you out of my mind
and away form all my dreams.
But just walking across the open space,
memories bring back your face.
It's like you hide around each corner.

Oh, it don't mean a thing without you,
No it don't mean a thing.
Oh, just don't mean a thing without you now,
No, it don't mean a thing.

And I'm just trying to get on with my life,
and pretend I'm doing fine.
But you're there every time I close my eyes.

Oh, it don't mean a thing without you,
No it don't mean a thing.
Oh, just don't mean a thing without you now,
No, it don't mean a thing.

Ooooooooh.