• (8×10) Alone

    (8×10) Alone

    (8×10) Alone is a stark, reflective ballad that strips life down to its bare walls—literally and figuratively. With roots in outlaw country and acoustic Americana, the song finds its narrator confined to a cell of his own making, sifting through regret, lost love, and the blurred lines of right and wrong. Anchored by raw vocals and a mournful melody, it’s a haunting meditation on memory, time, and the cost of choices made. For fans of introspective country ballads and prison song storytelling in the vein of Johnny Cash or Townes Van Zandt.

    Melancholy • Confessional • Prison blues • Lonely • Regret-soaked

    Lyrics

    Ten and some odd change short of a dollar
    Any extra sense done come and gone
    Been at least three years since I called her on the phone
    Now I’m sitting in this 8×10 alone

    Well, it’s hard to see where the line should be
    When the line’s been getting crossed all along
    It’s a tangled mess but my case I rest
    I’ll just go on back to singing this sad song

    I have never come across a problem
    That I couldn’t turn from bad to worse
    Time it marches on while I sit here all alone
    Equal parts a blessing and a curse

    I’m dreaming of a time that’s long forgotten
    It’s a weight that burdens me today
    I hang my head and cry, I know my luck’s run dry
    The past remains, my future fades away

    Well, it’s hard to see where the line should be
    When the line’s been getting crossed all along
    It’s a tangled mess but my case I rest
    I’ll just go on back to singing this sad song

    Don’t waste on me your hollow words of mercy
    I’ve made my peace with every choice I’ve made
    This narrow cell I see is all the world I need
    Find yourself some other soul to save

    Well, it’s hard to see where the line should be
    When the line’s been getting crossed all along
    It’s a tangled mess but my case I rest
    I’ll just go on back to singing this sad song

    Ten and some odd change short of a dollar
    Any extra sense done come and gone
    Been at least four years since I heard her on the phone
    Now I’m sitting in this 8×10 alone

    Tags

    Country prison balladoutlaw country storytellingacoustic AmericanaJohnny Cash-style songmodern country regret songRyan Ruiz Barrel Agedsinger-songwriter with lyricsreflective acoustic balladsouthern gothic song(8×10) Alone lyrics