O Elefante da Sala - Joyce Alane (cover) [2024-01-25]

This song is the quiet truth spoken in the dead of night, when the silence in your home feels heavier than any sound. It’s what happens when you’re standing in "empty fields" and staring at an "empty chair," realizing the memory is all you have left.

When I sat down to write this, the music came out slow—a 60 BPM Country Folk Ballad—because that’s the speed of genuine mourning. The acoustic guitar fingerpicking is meant to sound like a quiet, insistent memory tapping on the windowpane, and the mandolin’s fragile shimmer is the sound of tears falling softly. Listen closely to the fiddle in the chorus; that mournful, soulful line carries the weight of all the words I can’t say, the missing piece of the melody.

But what truly makes this song what it is, is the feeling Kathy Trevelyan poured into it. Her voice isn’t just sad; it’s brokenhearted and honest. When she sings the lines, "Your love’s a ghost that haunts my soul, in this empty hole," you hear the ache deep in her chest. She takes the simple, resonant pain of the lyrics and elevates it, turning a simple story of loss into a universal experience of longing and survival.

It’s the song you hold onto when you're trying to believe the bridge, "Maybe someday I’ll see your face again."

I hope this song finds you when you need to know that holding onto what used to be is a valid way to keep love alive.

[Verse 1]
The fields are empty where we used to stand,
Your voice has left, like footprints in the sand,
I call your name into the wind,
But only silence comes again.  

[Verse 2]
Your chair is empty, your coffee’s cold,
Memory’s a story that’s left untold,
I reach for you in the dead of night,
But you’re gone, out of sight.  

[Chorus]
Oh, I miss you more than words can say,
Lost in the shadows of yesterday,
Your love’s a ghost that haunts my soul,
In this empty hole.
Holdin’ on to what used to be,
A love that’s gone from me,
But in my heart, I’ll always keep,
You, my love, so deep.  

[Verse 3]
The night is cold, the stars are few,
Thinking of the days I shared with you,
Every breath is filled with pain,
Since I lost you, since you’ve gone away.  

[Bridge]
Maybe someday I’ll see your face again,
In a better place, beyond this pain,
Till then I’ll remember your sweet smile,
And hold on for a little while.  

[Outro]
So I’ll keep your memory alive,
In every tear I cry,
And in my heart, you’ll always stay,
My love, my yesterday.

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