Third Position

[Verse 1]
The rosin dust is settling on the sprung floor of the studio.
It's Tuesday, almost midnight, and I'm watching you through the window.
You thought you were alone, but I'm always here.
You built that love of yours with a steady hand, my dear,
each movement a dovetail joint, clean and true.

[Chorus]
And I just play the chords for other people's wars.
Yeah, I just play the changes while you're keeping score.
You're dancing the breakup in three-quarter time.
And that heartbreak ain't yours, but it feels a little like mine.

[Verse 2]
Then you started sanding against the grain last fall.
Your shoulders tense, a hairline crack along the wall.
You said, "Let's take it from the top," but your voice was low.
And he stopped waiting for you after the show.
Now you're trying to find your keel in a room full of ghosts.

[Chorus]
And I just play the chords for other people's wars.
Yeah, I just play the changes while you're keeping score.
You're dancing the breakup in three-quarter time.
And that heartbreak ain't yours, but it feels a little like mine.

[Bridge]
Tonight, the mirror showed the low tide in your eyes.
Showed the wreckage hidden underneath the perfect lines.
And for a second, I smelled the brackish air back home,
and wondered if some hulls are meant to be alone.

[Outro]
(Spoken, as if into a phone)
Anyway... my battery's low. Just wanted to... you know. Say it out loud.