Running Out Of Somedays

Slow, smoky electric-blues ballad in a minor key, female vocals right up front, Clean tremolo guitar and warm upright bass lay down a tired shuffle, brushed snare soft but insistent, Verses stay close and intimate, slight rasp and sighs; chorus widens with organ swells and stacked harmonies, Occasional bent-note guitar fills answer the vocal lines, Final chorus drops to near-whisper then swells for a last, aching held note before fading, blues, female vocals, happy

[Verse 1] Stack of unpaid letters Curling at the edge of the sink Rent due on Monday Paycheck gone by the end of the week Clock on the oven keeps blinking Like it’s trying to say my name Another day of just not drowning In the deep end of the same old pain [Chorus] I’m running out of somedays Running out of “it’ll turn around” They say blessing’s gonna find me But it keeps getting lost in this town Is life ever more than survival More than counting what I’ve lost this year Will I taste true joy Before I disappear (oh, before I disappear) [Verse 2] Phone full of pictures Of smiles that never reach my eyes I practice being grateful For crumbs that barely keep me alive They said it all has meaning But the meaning never pays these bills And hope gets thinner daily Like these shoes with the worn-down heels [Chorus] I’m running out of somedays Running out of “it’ll turn around” They say blessing’s gonna find me But it keeps getting lost in this town Is life ever more than survival More than counting what I’ve lost this year Will I taste true joy Before I disappear (yeah, before I disappear) [Bridge] If the good times come Will they leave before I blink Just a flash across the water Then I’m sinking where I sink I’ve been promised brighter mornings All my nights still look the same How long can a tired heart Hold a candle to the rain [Chorus] I’m running out of somedays Running out of “it’ll turn around” They say blessing’s gonna find me But it keeps getting lost in this town Is life ever more than survival More than breathing through another year Will I taste true joy Will I hold it here Or will it just brush past As I disappear (oh, I’m running out of somedays)

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