“Dear Maybe” - a song about being moribund
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Story Pairing
I’ve been thinking a lot about the thin curtain between the waking and sleeping mind. I’ve been reading more about writing and creating lately and it’s a concept that comes up regularly in different ways. My interpretation of it is putting yourself in situations or states of openness to feel when inspiration is trying to poke into the real world from wherever it typically stays. As an artist those little curious strings are what we are looking to wrap our fingers around and gently pull into existence.
This song came from one of those strings with a particularly bold nature, and I wish I crossed paths with that type more. I wrote this all in less than 5 minutes around 3:30am in a hotel room. I barely remember waking up, picking up my phone, and then writing down verses while my half asleep eyes tired not to be brought into waking by the bright screen. I wrote a bunch of who knows what, then went back to sleep.
When I woke up, it wasn’t until after breakfast I remembered I had written something, I pulled up the phone notes, and damn if it wasn’t a full song. All done.
Now I will say this rarely happens to me. I feel like I am one of those that has dreams a lot but most of the time can't remember anything besides an emotion or two when I wake up. So to have one take over long enough to write a song was pretty wild, and if the dream spirits are reading this… I’ll take another please.
I didn’t feel like it was right to mess with the song much at all, it deserved to be kept intact since it really didn’t feel like mine. I’ve mentioned before that I am of the ilk that creators are conduits. So I was picked, I appreciate it, and left the song alone (besides a few typo corrections from my groggy note taking).
Anyway… enjoy a song about a miner looking for gold, loses his legs, and dies. Thanks universe! Hope you’re doing ok…
Song Structure
Verse: D / G / D / A / D / G / D / A / D
Chorus: Bm / G / D / A / D
Voice Memos
No Notebook Page
Sept 2025
Lyrics
Dear Maybe I’m hoping and longing for home
Till then I’m drilling and dreaming of gold
For if I strike they’ll pin to my chest
The badge of a hero, then dear Maybe I’ll rest
Dear Maybe they hand me a pickaxe and file
The kit we all carry in uniform style
It’s all bitter so winners be wise
Well wish to them heavens, dear Maybe to skies
Dear Maybe my last wish my last kiss my fae
May I hold you my darling dear Maybe some day
Dear Maybe I write you to let you now know
I hit me a pocket of perilous stone
I won’t be a-marching back down to the mines
My legs have departed, dear Maybe it’s time
Dear Maybe no poems or songs do they sing
They took back all of the companies things
So now I lay crying, lamenting in bed
No gold in these eyes dear Maybe I’m dead
Dear Maybe my last wish my last kiss my fae
May I hold you my darling dear Maybe some day
Dear Maybe this pen dances different today
Another is writing the words that I say
I’ve lost all the strength to climb out of this hell
May we meet in the veil, dear Maybe farewell