Story Behind The Song

This is really how it felt.

Song Description

A view of the internal landscape of a man at the moment that his wife has gone.

Lyrics

The Oak and The Cedar © Alan Monasch

Slumped against the bedroom wall
Weighed down with the emptiness she leaves behind
Unglued, I stare blindly through
The space that she just occupied

At the oak and the cedar,
The bedstead and the chest of drawers
Who knew that these would be the refugees
Of a thousand little border wars?

Master of the ash-heap,
Zombie-king of all that I survey
Like the sad old joke, the father pointing through the smoke says,
"Son, this will all be yours someday."

And I thought all I had to do
Was to love her with all of my heart and she'd love me, too

Now when I remember
The very moment that she blew away
I'm forced against the impermanence
Of every single solid day,

How the oak and the cedar
Can burn up in a moment's time;
I pound the wall and watch the dust, like ashes, fall
Over what was hers and what is mine.