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Around Every Bend

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back when the nights ran long and the world was somewhere beyond the walls an old chair, a room, a familiar tune a little bit of life beneath a harvest moon never knew where the notes would land never had much of a bigger plan just old memories and a restless mind leaving little pieces of a life behind then somewhere out past the county lines past the porch lights fading into the pines somebody heard what the words couldn’t say and carried a piece of it away now there are names that feel like old friends familiar faces around every bend kind words arriving out of the blue how a song makes a room feel full and if these are the good old days let the record spin, let it turn, let it play let the years roll on like they always do there’s a little bit of this life in all of you back when a song took a little time back when a voice could cross a state line back when a stranger could stop and stay and leave a little sunshine on an ordinary day some nights the numbers are easy to miss beside the kindness tucked inside of this a song sent back with a story attached a line remembered, a feeling matched somewhere, somebody kept a song close through a long drive home or a winter that froze somewhere, a melody found its way into a memory that’s still there today and if these are the good old days let the record spin, let it turn, let it play let the years roll on like they always do there’s a little bit of this life in all of you maybe years from now, when the sound grows thin when the old songs start coming around again one familiar note in a quiet room will bring back the nights when the world felt new and i’ll think of the ones who were there all along the ones who made a home out of a song past all the noise and the passing parade there’s a kindness that stays when the music fades so let the last note hang in the air for every good soul who happened to care for every little moment that somehow came through these songs became more than i ever knew and if these are the good old days let the record spin, let it turn, let it play when the years roll on and the world moves through i’ll remember the songs and the people who knew