Left Behind Grace Potter & The Nocturnals
"Left Behind" by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals, released in 2010, is a #Rock ballad exploring themes of loss, longing, and resilience. The lyrics convey a sense of heartbreak and the struggle to move on after being abandoned. Its soulful vocals and powerful instrumentation create an emotional depth, resonating with listeners and showcasing Potter's vocal prowess. The song has been recognized for its relatable themes and has contributed to the band's growing popularity.
Well, he’s gone to find his way again
He said he’s lost his only friend
He’s got a jar of cash to spend
He’s running off just like he done before
And he made a stop down at the track
He sold his favorite leather hat
He told the man he won’t be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score
But ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows
And somewhere in there, we got close
They say a handyman is hard to find
He bought the farm, I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He’s colder than a steel guitar
He always warned he ain’t the loving kind
I told him ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
Well some days, I cry like a child
Other days, I ramble wild
He’s got me so goddamn beguiled
And I don’t even know his middle name
He said he’s lost his only friend
He’s got a jar of cash to spend
He’s running off just like he done before
And he made a stop down at the track
He sold his favorite leather hat
He told the man he won’t be back
And rounded out an old unsettled score
But ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
I’d cook his lunch and wash his clothes
He’d tend the fence and shoot the crows
And somewhere in there, we got close
They say a handyman is hard to find
He bought the farm, I sold my car
He left me with a silver scar
He’s colder than a steel guitar
He always warned he ain’t the loving kind
I told him ooh, this ain’t the first time that I’ve been left behind
Well some days, I cry like a child
Other days, I ramble wild
He’s got me so goddamn beguiled
And I don’t even know his middle name
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