Dust & Bedtime Stories
Alex Wilson (songwriter)
Description
A country ballad about loss, memory, and the unexpected power of simple moments to evoke profound emotion, blending melancholic reflection with nostalgic longing.
Lyrics
(Verse 1) April rain on Texas clay, Same as the year I slipped away. From this town, this hollow ground, Now just echoes of a sound. City lights felt worlds apart, Until you left my heavy heart. Now I’m back to face the years, Sorting through these quiet tears. (Chorus) Dust motes catch the fading light, Chasing dreams you held so tight. Empty rooms, where shadows soar, I’m missing you behind each door. More than the farewell by your stone, It’s the little things this house still holds. (Verse 2) Boxes stacked against the wall, Each one a memory, each a call. Faded photos, a weathered seat, The scent of smoke where we’d meet. Then I found it, tucked behind, A treasure from a sweeter time. A cassette player, worn and gray, A story waiting to replay. (Chorus) Dust motes catch the fading light, Chasing dreams you held so tight. Empty rooms, where shadows soar, I’m missing you behind each door. More than the farewell by your stone, It’s the little things this house still holds. (Bridge) A crackling hum, the tape comes alive, Your gentle voice, where love survives. "Goodnight, my darling, sleep so tight, The stars are burning just for you tonight." Just those words, so soft, so clear, And suddenly, I feel you near. (Chorus) Dust motes catch the fading light, Chasing dreams you held so tight. Empty rooms, where shadows soar, I’m missing you behind each door. More than the farewell by your stone, It’s the little things this house still holds. (Outro) Dust and bedtime stories drift, Like memories, a tender gift. The house is still, my heart’s the same, But your voice will always call my name. Goodnight, goodnight…