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Dust on the Dashboard 2 by Michelle

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Dust on the Dashboard 2

country ballad,female vocals

0:003:36
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
There’s a Polaroid on the dash with thumbprints in the frame,
Your laugh frozen like a weathered coin I still call by name.
Porch light over the driveway hums the hour we used to keep,
Your jacket on the passenger seat still smells like summer heat.
(Pre-Chorus)
I tell myself the radio’s the only thing I need to blame,
But silence keeps the chorus where your promises became.
(Chorus)
There’s dust on the dashboard, your jacket on the seat—
I keep your shadow where the night and memory meet.
I say I’ll turn the porch light off, but I don’t reach for the key,
So I sit with the small things that you left for me.
(Verse 2)
A rusted ring sits in the glovebox wrapped in yesterday’s receipt,
A coffee cup with lipstick line, a map of where we’d been and creased.
Midnight spills across the hood like a thin and honest light,
I trace the edge of every memory that kept me up last night.
(Pre-Chorus)
I learned to count the quiet like it’s something I can own,
Mistook the tiny warm returns for reasons to stay home.
(Chorus)
There’s dust on the dashboard, your jacket on the seat—
I keep your shadow where the night and memory meet.
I say I’ll turn the porch light off, but I don’t reach for the key,
So I sit with the small things that you left for me.
(Bridge)
The pedal-steel would cry if it could speak the truth I hide,
Soft brushes on the snare for the nights I swallowed pride.
I fold the photo softer now, let morning make a seam,
I’m learning how to keep the light for one who’s learning to leave.
(Chorus — softer)
There’s dust on the dashboard, your jacket on the seat—
I keep your shadow where the night and memory meet.
I tell myself I’m leaving, and I tell myself it’s free,
But some habits come in small things that you left for me.
(Outro)
I’ll drive until the porch light fades into the day,
Fold your name into a road I’ll learn to walk away.
Not with a shout, but with a softer kind of peace,
Turning off the things that kept me tied to you like keys.