Bucket in the Hallway

Name: Bucket in the Hallway
Duration: 205 s
Description: Bucket in the Hallway by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Ain’t no spotlight on this part of the night Just the drip and the hum and the weight sittin’ in my chest”

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Bucket in the Hallway lyrics

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Intro

Yeah... Drip... drip... drip... Home...

Verse 1

Shoes still squishin’ on the tile, left a dark trail from the door Screen door creaked like it was relieved I finally made it indoors Bucket in the hallway half full, catchin’ what the ceiling can’t hold anymore I set the keys down quiet, don’t wanna wake the ones sleepin’ in the back Fridge kicked on loud like it’s got its own bills to argue with Pulled the folded bills from my pocket, smoothed ‘em flat on the counter wood Counted slow — one, two, three — like the total might grow if I took my time Still short, but the lights ain’t cut yet... that’s a win for tonight

Pre-chorus

Ain’t no spotlight on this part of the night Just the drip and the hum and the weight sittin’ in my chest

Chorus

They don’t put this in the songs they play loud The bucket in the hallway and the rain soundin’ different from the crowd I’m still breathin’, still countin’, still standin’ here broke but alive Bucket in the hallway... but I ain’t empty tonight Nah... still here

Verse 2

Thunder rollin’ somewhere past the Palmetto, low and far In here it’s just the compressor click and the drip keepin’ its own time Changed out the wet pants, hung ‘em on the chair by the fan It wobbles when it spins, like even the blades tired of the same dance Thought about callin’ mama but she already know this feeling too well So I just sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on my knees, starin’ at the water One drop at a time, like the ceiling tryin’ to teach me somethin’ I ain’t ready for

Pre-chorus

Ain’t no glory in the quiet hours Just the math, the drip, and tomorrow already knockin’

Chorus

Bridge

(slower, more sung, half-time feel) One day the leak gon’ get fixed for real One day that bucket gon’ sit outside collectin’ dust and rain But tonight I’m thankful for the roof that’s still above me For the fan that still turns, for the fact I walked through that door Even when the numbers don’t smile back

Outro

Drip... drip... drip... Still here... Yeah...

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