Still Life - Bryan White

Out on the porch swing

Like some old painting

He seems like he don’t move at all

And somewhere a bell rings

And he’s just remembering

The last time that she ever called

He picks up the phone

And he says to the dial tone

It’s still life without you

And I still hold on

What it feels like

You can’t go by that

It’s still life… still life without you

The chances were given

To get on with livin'

The truth is that he never tried

And no one ever sees him

Most folks don’t even

Remember which one of 'em died

But he still denies it…

He closes his eyes and…

REPEAT CHORUS

Oh, still life… still life without you

Out on the porch swing

Like some old painting

He seems like he don’t move at all