Keep the message, keep the message
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 172
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.68
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 2.5s
- length
- 3:58
- language
- En
lyrics
I found it on my old black phone Two missed calls and a cracked screen glow Your voice came through in my rented room At four-seventeen, in the denim blue The charger by the sink was bent A quarter tank and the paycheck spent You said your new street had a river smell I set it down when the screen went dim I let it play on a folded chair With the fan on low and the August air Your last little laugh cut clean and slow Like a barn door clickin' soft below Keep the message, keep the message Keep the message, keep the message I won't erase that sound Keep the message, keep the message Keep the message, keep the message Till this town lets go of me down Now the phone lives by the coffee tin By the keys I drop and the change within I heard your boots in a gravel lot Then the line went thin and the signal stopped I keep that voicemail in the dash at night Next to a Waffle House receipt gone white You said don't wait up, you got a ride I said I know, but I lied So I let it play on a folding chair With the fan on low and the August air Your last little laugh cut clean and slow Like a barn door clickin' soft below Keep the message, keep the message Keep the message, keep the message I won't erase that sound Keep the message, keep the message Keep the message, keep the message Till this town lets go of me down Maybe one day I'll lose the charge And that little voice will fade off hard But right now it fits my hand Like a map to a smaller land Keep the message, keep the message Keep the message, keep the message I won't erase that sound Keep the message, keep the message Keep the message, keep the message Till this town lets go of me down