Odell Fairchild - Missing You in Ordinary Rooms (Lyric Video)

Sink's done. You're not. That's the evening. From the album Letters I Never Sent by Odell Fairchild, track 8 of 15. 1970s-style Southern soul for after midnight. Lyrics: It ain't the big days. It's the Tuesday sink. The chair that still angles the way that you think. A spoon in the wrong jar. A coat on the stair. Ordinary rooms, and you're still in the air. Missin' you in ordinary rooms Where nobody claps and nobody assumes The grocery, the hallway, the dark before bed That's where you live now, that's where I'm led I can do the funeral. I can do the toast. It's the ordinary rooms that I miss you the most. The radio played somethin' you used to hum wrong I let it finish. I didn't sing along. Not because I couldn't. Because the note Still has your fingerprint all over the throat. Missin' you in ordinary rooms Grocery, hallway, dark before bed Miss you the most People ask how I'm holdin'. I say I'm held. By a kitchen that remembers the way that you spelled My name on a list. I ain't thrown the list out. Ordinary paper. Extraordinary doubt. Sink's done. You're not. That's the evening. Odell Fairchild is made with AI tools, dressed in that old analog-tape warmth. #OdellFairchild #SouthernSoul #LettersINeverSent