The Song Fight Bulletin Board

It Never Comes by Sober

Well every night I lie awake
And think about the music that we’d make
And all the chords that we once knew
But now we only play the two

Chorus
She plays that seventh, and her bassline starts walkin to the four
But it never comes, my darling don’t play the D no more

I think back to them early days
All the extensions and inversions we would play
Every suspension a person could have heard
Though we never did get that picardy third

In my fantasies, there’s one that prominent
I wanna hear a nice subdominant
But I swore I’d stay, while I’m alive
So I’m stuck here playin with my one and five

Outtro, ¾ off-grid
So here I sit in the key of A, the one and the five to my dying day
Feeling the tension, building suspense, like a song that ends on a half cadence