Singer-Songwriter Songs

Leaves are gently swaying, telling tales of calm,

Sitting on the porch, with sunshine on my palm.

The breeze has got a rhythm, a song that's light and free,

Whispering trees are my company.

Peaceful as the river's flow, drifting with the stream,

Strumming through the silence, living out a dream.

In this Sunday quiet, life comes naturally,

Let the world keep turning, I’ll stay with the trees.

Yesterday’s worries fade like footprints in the sand,

The weight I carried loosens with an open hand.

Birds draw lazy circles in a wide and endless blue,

Every shadow finds its light when I’m here with you.

Peaceful as the river's flow, drifting with the stream,

Strumming through the silence, living out a dream.

In this Sunday quiet, life comes naturally,

Let the world keep turning, I’ll stay with the trees.

No need to chase the hours or the noise that pulls me under,

Just the creak of old wood and the sky splitting thunder.

If tomorrow brings its storms, I’ll still remember this,

How the trees keep every secret and the quiet grants me peace.

Peaceful as the river's flow, drifting with the stream,

Strumming through the silence, living out a dream.

In this Sunday quiet, life comes naturally,

Let the world keep turning… I’ll stay with the trees.

Outro (fade on gentle fingerpicking):

Yeah, I’ll stay… with the whispering trees.

Lyrics and Music: © 2026. Kevin Dunlap. All Rights Reserved.

Published by Kevin's Songs (ASCAP)

Writer IPI: QZWFX2617901

Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited.

Soft rain tapping lightly on the windowpane,

Melodies unravel in the gentle refrain.

Notebook by my side, pen heavy in my hand,

Chasing dreams that slip away like sand.

Bare branches trace their secrets on the glass,

Time moves slow as shadows slowly pass.

The kettle whispers on the stove below,

Steam rising up like questions no one knows.

In this solitude my mind roams far and wide,

Spinning fragile stories I keep deep inside.

On this grey Sunday, peace is paper-thin it seems,

I’m lost again inside these windowsill dreams.

Old letters yellowed, scattered on the sill,

Words from voices now forever still.

A child’s laugh drifts up from the street below,

Fades into the mist like footprints in the snow.

No need to run when thunder rolls outside,

The quiet knows the places where I hide.

All the broken roads and battles I’ve outrun,

Gather here like leaves when summer’s done.

In this solitude my mind roams far and wide,

Spinning fragile stories I keep deep inside.

On this grey Sunday, peace is paper-thin it seems,

I’m lost again inside these windowsill dreams.

Windowsill dreams… carry me home…

Windowsill dreams… leave me alone…

 (My tribute to the genius of Nick Drake) 

Lyrics and Music: © 2026. Kevin Dunlap. All Rights Reserved.

Published by Kevin's Songs (ASCAP)

Writer IPI: QZWFX2617901

Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited.

Coffee’s cold again, but I’m already gone

Chasing deadlines downtown while the sun’s barely drawn

Little feet on the stairs, that eight-year-old grin

Asking why the sky is blue and where the day begins

Two-year-old tornado spinning blocks across the floor

Five months of pure magic crying out for more

I steal every second, every laugh that I can hold

Before the clock says “go” and leaves another story untold

House is loud as a freight train, but we’re riding it together

Your eyes say “I got this” even when we’re running on forever

We’re sleepwalking through our beautiful mess

Tripping over toys and stealing one more kiss

Diapers, deadlines, and tiny hands in mine

None of us had enough sleep to make any sense tonight

But damn, it feels like heaven in this crazy life

Yeah, we’re wide awake inside the sweetest kind of tired

You’re the fort, the general, the midnight superhero

Rocking that baby while I’m out slaying corporate dragons, zero to hero

I come home to LEGOs embedded in my feet

And a two-year-old victory yell that can’t be beat

She sings made-up songs at the top of her lungs

While the baby’s symphony plays in three different tongues

We laugh till we cry ‘cause nothing makes sense anymore

But your smile in the chaos is the only open door

No manual for this, just love and caffeine prayers

Somehow we’re still dancing in our underwear downstairs

We’re sleepwalking through our beautiful mess

Tripping over toys and stealing one more kiss

Diapers, deadlines, and tiny hands in mine

None of us had enough sleep to make any sense tonight

But damn, it feels like heaven in this crazy life

Yeah, we’re wide awake inside the sweetest kind of tired

One day these nights will be quiet, the house too clean

And I’ll miss the beautiful noise and the way you held the scene

So I’ll bottle up the laughter, the yawns, the midnight feeds

‘Cause right now this tired love is everything I need

We’re sleepwalking through our beautiful mess

Holding on tight through the joy and the stress

Eight, two, and five months — my whole world aligned

None of us had enough sleep… but we’re doing just fine

Yeah, we’re sleepwalking through our beautiful mess

And I wouldn’t trade a single sleepless second for the rest

Lyrics and Music: © 2026. Kevin Dunlap. All Rights Reserved.

Published by Kevin's Songs (ASCAP)

Writer IPI: QZWFX2617901

Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited.

You still come up in conversation, 

Over coffee or a beer or two. 

Someone says your name like it’s supposed to sting, 

But it don’t cut like it used to do. 

Guess I wore that pain too long, 

Till it finally wore right through. 

Now the life I’ve got fits better, 

Than the one I had with you. 

You’re still telling your story, 

Painting me black and blue. 

But truth’s got a way of shining through the cracks, 

And folks see more than you think they do. 

I don’t lose sleep, I don’t rewind, I’ve made my peace,

I’ve paid my due. Some people from your past 

Only know a version of you— Or the version of me you knew.

You can keep your crowd of echoes, 

They still drink your favorite wine. 

They nod their heads when you talk about me, 

Like they never saw the signs. 

But I wake up where the light comes easy, 

With laughter filling every room. 

I ain’t bitter, I ain’t broken— Just grateful I made it through. 

You’re still telling your story, 

Spinning it like you always do. 

But I’ve stopped living in your weather now, 

The skies above me turned brand new. 

I don’t care who you try to prove, 

That I’m the worst you ever knew. 

Some people from your past 

Only know a version of you— Or the version of me you knew. 

Funny how the mirror changes, 

When the storm dies down and clears. 

I see a man I recognize again, 

Without your shadow standing here. 

You’re still talking, that’s alright, if it helps you make it through. 

But I’ve found something solid now, 

And it’s got nothing to do with you. 

Let the whispers fade, let the past unglue— You can keep your shade, 

I’ll keep my view. 

‘Cause the man I am don’t fit that suit— 

The version of me you knew Don’t exist anymore.

Lyrics and Music: © 2026. Kevin Dunlap. All Rights Reserved.

Published by Kevin's Songs (ASCAP)

Writer IPI: QZWFX2617901

Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution is strictly prohibited.