Cypress knees poke through black water skin
Spanish moss drapes where the light grows thin
Tuning pins loosen in evening heat
I hold the shape of every hymn complete
Wood remembers what fingers played
Long after the music fades
Humidity bends but the grain stays true
I wait for hands I never knew
Gibson hollowbody leans close by
Muted brass hums from the bayou sky
Hammond Leslie spins a slow refrain
My strings vibrate with the coming rain
Wood remembers what fingers played
Long after the music fades
Humidity bends but the grain stays true
I wait for hands I never knew
Tuner wiped rosin from bass strings clean
Promised the pitch would hold through green
Fireflies stitch the treeline with gold
My soundboard drinks what the night unfolds
Wood remembers what fingers played
Long after the music fades
Humidity bends but the grain stays true
I wait for hands I never knew
Altos sang here in minor thirds
Their breath still lives in these wires and words
Dusk settles deep on the porch's pine
I keep the tune past the closing time
Wood remembers what fingers played
Long after the music fades
Humidity bends but the grain stays true
I wait for hands I never knew
Wood remembers what fingers played
Long after the music fades
The bayou holds its breath in tune
I keep the dark for the coming moon
