Stick Season by Noah Kahan has captured listeners with its raw emotion and vivid storytelling. The lyrics portray a powerful reflection on seasonal transitions—both in nature and in relationships. With themes of heartbreak, nostalgia, and loneliness, the song creates a deeply relatable experience for anyone who’s faced sudden change or emotional loss. Kahan’s folk-inspired sound pairs perfectly with the lyrical depth, making Stick Season a favorite among indie and acoustic music lovers. Below, you’ll find the full lyrics to this touching track that continues to strike a chord with audiences everywhere.
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About Stick Season Lyrics
| Album/Movie | Stick Season |
| Music Composer | Noah Kahan |
| Singer | Noah Kahan |
| Lyricist | Noah Kahan |
| Release Date | July 08, 2022 |
| Duration | 3:02 |
| Language | English |
| Label |
© Republic Records / Mercury Records
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Stick Season Lyrics
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
You must have had yourself a change of heart like
Halfway through the drive
‘Cause your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
You kept on drivin’ straight and left our future to the right
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face
And memories are somethin’ even smoking weed does not replace
And I am terrified of weather ’cause I see you when it rains
Doc told me to travel, but there’s Covid on the planes
And I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
And it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
I’ll drink alcohol ’til my friends come home for Christmas
And I’ll dream each night of some version of you
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes
And I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad
No, I am no longer funny, ’cause I miss the way you laugh
You once called me forever, now you still can’t call me back
And I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
And it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
I’ll drink alcohol ’til my friends come home for Christmas
And I’ll dream each night of some version of you
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes
And I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do
Oh, that’ll have to do
My other half was you
I hope this pain’s just passin’ through
But I doubt it
And I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
And it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
I’ll drink alcohol ’til my friends come home for Christmas
And I’ll dream each night of some version of you
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes
And I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do
Have to do
