Slow Work Of Moving On

folk, Gentle fingerpicked folk with female vocals; intimate, close-mic’d tone, Soft brushed snare and warm upright bass enter on the first chorus, then subtle fiddle swells and a low pump-organ pad bloom in the second, Energy stays restrained yet hopeful, with stacked harmonies lifting the hook each time, female vocals

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[Verse 1] Coffee’s gone cold on the table Mail piled up by the door List of small things I ain’t able To do like I did before [Chorus] But I keep putting one foot in front of the other Slow as a Sunday line If all I can manage is the length of this hallway Then that little road is mine I’m tired clear down to the bone and the bother But I’m still moving on in time Just putting one foot One foot in front of the other [Verse 2] Friends say “you’re strong” when they see me I smile so they don’t stay long Fold all my questions up neatly Hide them in half-finished songs [Chorus] ‘Cause I keep putting one foot in front of the other Tracing the cracks in the floor If all I can carry is this breath and the next one I don’t have to carry more I’m tired clear down to the bone and the bother But I’m still moving toward that door Just putting one foot One foot in front of the other [Bridge] There’s no firework fix No lightning strike Just dishes in the sink And a walk ‘round the block tonight (mm) [Chorus] So I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other Crooked and soft and slow If all I can promise is to wake up tomorrow That’s still a kind of “go” I’m tired clear down to the bone and the bother But under the weight I know I’m putting one foot One foot in front of the other

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