Cemetery Road from Stowaways by Kate Hinote Trio

Didn’t see it coming, I was struck through
Never called me, though I’m sure you meant to
Didn’t plague my mind
Now memories of you

Photo album empty
Just like the chair at my wedding

So I became guarded
No risk of the RSVP
So you can blame me for me

Better believe I can hold onto this
Holding my breath
Like the old game

Driving on cemetery road, riding on my own

All the years I had to guess how you felt
Why you folded on the hand you were dealt
Never even saw me sing
I never felt a thing

Time was lost not thinking
of time that you lost with my family

Years, then a phone call
Unsure how to feel, now that you’re gone
Here I am writing this song

Better believe I can hold onto this
Holding my breath
Like the old game

Driving on cemetery road, riding on my own
Driving on cemetery road, riding on alone

• Acoustic
• Contemporary Folk
• acoustic folk
• alt indie folk
• alternative folk
• female vocals
• indie folk
• violin and voice
• Detroit