Campervan Man

Warm indie singer-songwriter vibe with male vocals, nylon-string guitar front and center, light brushed percussion, and soft electric bass, Verses feel intimate and close-mic’d; chorus blooms with subtle harmonies and a roomy reverb tail, Occasional organ pad and glockenspiel doubles on the hook to keep it tender but catchy, like a late-afternoon roadside session

V4.5-ALL

[Verse 1] Wakes up with the sunrise Curtains are an old beach towel Coffee on a single flame Cracked mug Chipped around the mouth Shoes by the back door That’s really just the bumper step World in a plastic crate Maps folded where his pillow rests [Chorus] He’s a campervan man With a driveway that keeps on changing Every small town feels Like a page he’s rearranging He’s got rust on the wheel And a heart that won’t sit still Yeah The road holds his hand He’s a campervan man [Verse 2] Photos in the visor Friends from three states back Phone barely hanging on Signal comes and slips through the cracks Dinner from a truck stop Plates are just his open palms Rain drums on the metal roof And somehow that sound feels like home [Chorus] [Bridge] Some nights he wonders What it might be like Keys in a bowl by the front door Same bed Same porch light Then he sees the moon In the side-view glass [low vocal register] Says “Maybe I was built To keep rolling past”[/low vocal register] [Chorus]

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