[Verse 1] Top-floor ceiling, slanted roof Rain taps time on the window frame Milk-crate towers, paper sleeves Her heroes leaning on her name Secondhand guitar in her lap Knuckles blue from late-night scales She hums along to broken horns Lets the outside world turn pale [Chorus] Leave me in my attic blues Let the dust dance while I choose Every crackle, every tune I just want this quiet room Leave me in my attic blues I don't need a crowded view I just wanna bend these notes ’Til someone hears them too [Verse 2] Neighbor’s footsteps, distant fight She drowns them with a crooked chord Coffee rings on set lists She never played for any crowd before Magazine cutouts on the wall Club lights, faces she’s never seen She traces solos in the air Talking back to all her dreams [Chorus] Leave me in my attic blues Let the dust dance while I choose Every crackle, every tune I just want this quiet room Leave me in my attic blues I don't need a crowded view I just wanna bend these notes ’Til someone hears them too [Bridge] Someday a door swings open (late show, last call) Strangers turning into bandmates answering her small Half-whispered melodies she practiced in this light Until then she keeps on playing soft and out of sight [Chorus] Leave me in my attic blues Let the dust dance while I choose Every crackle, every tune I just want this quiet room Leave me in my attic blues I don't need a crowded view I just wanna bend these notes ’Til they lead me straight to you
