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Hard To Let Go

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Hard To Let Go

The third track off the debut album, Thief & Loveis a deeply personal one.  Much of the material on this album was written in 2008, a year that was something like a crucible, difficult financially and emotionally (more of that story on Autumn Ashes).  I was listening to The Morningan album by one of my favorite artists, Andrew Osenga.  There’s a short song on there called The Farmer’s Wife (only 1:11).  He describes a farmer who looks out over the crops just to see something straight, something that makes sense.  That imagery really struck me, and inspired the chorus that reads,

Oh baby come on and leave those rows to harvest   
Oh my God, are you looking down on us?   
Can you see my soul, naked and honest?   
Won’t you let me know?   
It’s hard to let go 

I wrote this song from the perspective of my wife watching me go through a rough patch.  For example, it originally read, “His side of the bed is empty again.”  At the time we had a female vocalist in the band, so it made sense for her to sing this song.  Later on when she moved out of town I felt weird singing such an emotional song to a dude, so I changed it all to what is now:)

Much like Chet is my shameless nod to The Boss, this is my tip of the hat to Petty.  Rhythmically it’s surprisingly challenging to play and we rarely felt like we nailed it live before tracking it in the studio.  In fact, at one time during the sessions I announced that we weren’t going to put it on the album.  Fortunately I was talked out of that!

Hard To Let Go
© Wes Gow

Her side of bed is empty again
I can tell without having to look
I know where she is
I know where she goes every night
After I have fallen asleep
She kisses the kids

Then she walks upstairs on the plank boards
The old bay window looking over the farm
And she’ll be there all night.

Oh baby come on and leave those rows to harvest   
Oh my God, are you looking down on us?   
Can you see my soul, naked and honest?   
Won’t you let me know?   
It’s hard to let go 

The dust in the air covers the corn
The clay’s cracked open and dry
It’s hotter than hell.
I pray every night on my own
We haven’t prayed together in weeks
So I pray alone

Then she walks upstairs on the creaking boards
The old bay window looking over the farm
And she’ll be there all night.

Chorus

I’ve soaked these knees in a puddle of tears
It takes all I got to be strong for the kids
But I’m not losing this fight!

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