Backstage Blues
Barroom blues, musicians’ stories and a view from behind the curtain.
Matchbook Gospel
Track 1 of 12
Lyrics
You wore your grace like borrowed clothes
Beautiful, but never quite your own
Every smile arrived half-dressed
Like it had learned to stand alone
I held the silence with both hands
Afraid one word might make you fall
Some hearts don’t slam a heavy door
They fade like shadows on the wall
And I could feel the tremor there
Beneath your careful calm
Like a house still keeps the thunder
Long after it has gone
Wounds that never show
Hide beneath the light
They stir when the room goes empty
And breathe in the middle of the night
I wasn’t there to break you
I was there when truth came through
Wounds that never show
Still decide what love can do
You spoke of trust like distant towns
Places you might reach someday
But your hands knew every exit first
Before your lips could ask me to stay
Some people bury hurt in noise
Some in work, some in a smile
And some go cold in tender moments
’Cause warmth feels dangerous after a while
I never asked to own your pain
Or wear what time put through
I only saw the smoke still rise
From fires that once burned through
Wounds that never show
Hide beneath the light
They stir when the room goes empty
And breathe in the middle of the night
I wasn’t there to break you
I was there when truth came through
Wounds that never show
Still decide what love can do
So if you vanish with the dawn
I won’t call your name a lie
Some scars don’t come from cruelty
Some are born from just surviving life
Wounds that never show
Live below the skin
They don’t shout, they just keep moving
When the quiet settles in
I never came to save you
Only to stand where you stood
Wounds that never show
Still remember what they could
And if one day you turn around
And let the daylight in
I’ll be somewhere in that silence
Where your healing can begin