🎸 What We Carry, What We Wait For — Tree Rings, a Father's House & a Son's Silence | Alex's Songs

🎸 Three songs. What we carry through the years, and what we're still waiting for — the scars that shape us openly, the quiet love of a father finally understood, and the door a father leaves open for a son who's still finding his way back. Alex Weathers has been playing guitar on the road for over twenty years — one town, one story, one song at a time. 📀 TRACKLIST 00:00 Intro 00:15 What the Rings Remember (Delta Blues Rock · 80 bpm) 04:20 The House That Raised Me (Roots Rock Blues · 88 bpm) 08:23 Wherever You Roam Tonight (Adult Contemporary Soft Rock · 82 bpm) 🎵 Lyrics — 1. What the Rings Remember — I found an old stump cut down by the road Rings inside it carrying a hundred years of load Some are wide and easy, some are narrow, tight and thin Every ring a season that the tree once lived within The narrow ones were drought, the wide ones full of rain But the tree don't hide the seasons, don't erase the pain Oh, the rings remember every year gone by The hard ones and the easy, they don't ask us why Every scar that shaped us is a ring we carry too Written in our own wood, honest and true I used to hide my hardest years like something I should mask Wishing I could sand them down and never have to ask But a tree don't sand its rings, it grows around the pain Turning every drought year into something that remains Oh, the rings remember every year gone by The hard ones and the easy, they don't ask us why Every scar that shaped us is a ring we carry too Written in our own wood, honest and true Every ring belongs to me... One tree, whole, still standing free... — 2. The House That Raised Me — I'm fixing up the old house where I grew Peeling back the wallpaper to find the things I never knew Every worn-out tool still hanging on the wall Tells a story of a man who gave his all I was too busy chasing what I thought I lacked While he carried every worry on his back Oh, thank you, father, for the load you carried alone For every quiet sacrifice I never fully knew I'm walking through these rooms and finally I can see The love you never spoke was building me Dust in the sunlight, the old floorboards creak Finding all the places he was too proud to speak A jacket that he wore through every bitter cold A whole life of devotion that this house still holds Oh, thank you, father, for the load you carried alone For every quiet sacrifice I never fully knew I'm walking through these rooms and finally I can see The love you never spoke was building me I understand now, I understand... Your hands built this house, and they built the man... — 3. Wherever You Roam Tonight — An empty chair across the dinner table still I count the years since we were close, and I always will I still remember when you slammed the door that night And all the foolish words I shouted out of spite Pride is a heavy blanket in the cold It keeps us frozen as the years unfold Oh, my child, wherever you roam tonight I pray that somewhere your whole world is bright From a father's heart to a distant shore I miss the laughter that once filled my door Though the years have built a wall of quiet stone I'm waiting here, you're never truly alone A stack of letters written but never sent Things I should have done, love I never meant Life goes on, but the memory stays true Hoping every morning for a word from you Oh, my child, wherever you roam tonight I pray that somewhere your whole world is bright From a father's heart to a distant shore I miss the laughter that once filled my door Though the years have built a wall of quiet stone I'm waiting here, you're never truly alone I'm waiting here for you... Whenever you're ready to start anew... ⚠️ Original songs, written and composed by Alex Weathers. AI-assisted production. 🎸 Blues & Spire | Alex Weathers — Wandering Songs © 2026 All Rights Reserved