No room for me
Drove trucks for eleven years and writes like someone with time to think and no radio
the numbers
- bpm
- 83
- key
- G major
- energy
- 0.70
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.43
- vocal at
- 6.5s
- length
- 3:43
- language
- En
lyrics
Pulled up at sundown on Eighth and Main Same dented screen door, same peeling paint Your porch chair’s gone, just a nail in the frame I set my duffel down and called your name The yard’s got two truck tracks in the clay Dog bowl tipped over, green ring of rust I came with a key and a debt to pay But the house kept quiet in the dust No room for me No room for me No room for me No room for me I came back wrong I came back late Your table’s full My plate stayed clean Mama’s old ashtray on the freezer top One coffee cup turned down by the sink Your work boots lined up by the back porch stop I could hear the screen door, but I didn’t think There’s a fresh coat of paint on my name But it won’t cover the oil-stain truth You learned to live with a missing frame And I learned too slow what you already knew No room for me No room for me No room for me No room for me I came back wrong I came back late Your table’s full My plate stayed clean I stood by the mailbox till the moths came out Counted six loose boards on the barn You didn’t need my hands, my help, or my doubt Just a good hard latch and a working charm No room for me No room for me No room for me No room for me I came back wrong I came back late Your table’s full My plate stayed clean