David Stone-On Her Mind
2,157 views · Published 20 September 2018 · 3:48 · Indexed 4 November 2026
Channel: Mr. Foxx Frequency · 2018 · Music
I don't own rights to this song, or the photos shown. **David Stone is an Indie-Folk/Rock singer-songwriter and poet based in Ontario, Canada. You can find David's incredible song, "On Her Mind" , for free listening on his Spotify, Soundcloud and YouTube, and for purchase on Bandcamp and Itunes. You can follow David on Facebook and Twitter: Official: https://www.davidstonemusic.ca/ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0cJjJLKHrnhTsYgQcWUQaY Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/davidstonemusic/on-her-mind-1 Bandcamp: https://davidstonemusic.bandcamp.com/track/on-her-mind-2 Itunes:https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/on-her-mind-single/1406810805 Youtube:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MT7ZOYazUFo Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/DavidStoneMusic/ Twitter:https://twitter.com/DavidStoneMusic -First photo by Joshua Reddekopp https://unsplash.com/photos/nhKm4ctwli8 Second photo by Pietro De Grandi https://unsplash.com/photos/KF3GJ3DYhY8 (Lyrics) The morning air was cold and uninviting, my bed was warm and I had left her there, I paused just for a moment in the doorway, I contemplated heading back upstairs. I pulled the door turned the key to lock it, I shuffled through the snow toward the road, I stuffed my hands deep into my pockets, it’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. It’s so peaceful here where I am all alone. In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me. When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine? A single candle burning on the stove-top, the air inside was warm and drew me in, welcomed home by our excited dogs, I read her letter on the counter in the kitchen. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. She said babe I’m working late, I’ll see you in the morning. In the almost dark, the hardest part, isn’t in my aching hands or feet. The thing that hurts, is when I think of her, and all the distance in between, and I wonder if she’s thinking about me. When the sun first crests the ivory rooftops, when the coffee drips and the lights plays with her eyes, when evening hours close in, and when another day begins, will I be on her mind like she is mine. Will I be on her mind like she is mine?
