Two Kinds of Quiet

country, Midtempo Americana-pop crossover, male vocals, Warm acoustic guitar and soft brushy drums underpin vivid storytelling in the verses; chorus blooms with bright electric guitar swells, organ pad, and stacked harmonies, Subtle bass drives the pocket, tambourine lifts the hook, Intimate, close-mic vocal that leans conversational in verses and opens into a wide, shout-along chorus

[Verse 1] Alarm on the fifteenth floor Coffee in a cardboard cup Train doors close on a crowded morning You’re still halfway waking up Street names scroll like headlines Rent due, phone at five percent You say the noise feels like a blanket Till it doesn’t make a dent [Chorus] City life, country life Two kinds of quiet One’s a skyline humming One’s a field at night You’re chasing something you can’t name Under towers, under pines City life, country life Just different kinds of trying [Verse 2] Back home it’s gravel driveways Dust on every mailbox flag Mama’s voice on the kitchen window “Come eat before it all goes bad” Same old Sunday sermon Same four trucks at the only light You say the stars feel like a ceiling When you’re itching for a flight [Chorus] City life, country life Two kinds of quiet One’s a siren fading One’s a coyote’s cry You’re chasing something you can’t name Down a dirt road, down a line City life, country life Just different kinds of trying [Bridge] You miss the crickets in the traffic You miss the traffic in the rain Wherever you are, you’re half homesick For a place that barely had your name (oh) [Chorus] City life, country life Two kinds of quiet One’s a window glowing One’s a porch light sighing You’re chasing something you can’t hold In a taxi, in a combine City life, country life Just different kinds of trying City life, country life Both of them are mine

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