One by One They Fade | A Song About Growing Older & Being Grateful (Original Ballad)

A piano-led ballad about the quiet arithmetic of growing older — the senses that fade, the ones that stay, and the gratitude that's left when you stop and count what remains. Written in 3/4 time as a country ballad, "Senses" moves through hearing, sight, taste, and touch, ending on the reminder that there's still plenty of life left to dream, reach, and thrive. An original song. 🎹 Genre: Americana / Country Ballad 🎼 Time: 3/4 Waltz 🎤 Original composition Lyrics below ⬇️ [Verse 1] First it's the high notes, then it's the rest— "what?" becomes the word you say the best. Words and phrases will often get muddled, half a conversation leaves you befuddled. [Chorus] Hearing, sight, taste and touch— we lean on them so much. One by one some will fade, thankful for those that stayed. [Verse 2] First the fine print blurs and turns illegible— a pair of readers makes the words legible. Things go cloudy, lights at night too bright— a surgeon's laser gives me back my sight. [Chorus] Hearing, sight, taste and touch— we lean on them so much. One by one some will fade, thankful for those that stayed. [Verse 3] Taste is the sense that mostly holds its ground— what you love keeps quietly switching round. Food I once adored doesn't taste the same, and things I once hated, I now acclaim. [Bridge] Time takes a toll, year after year, some things you love may disappear. But count it up—there's still plenty, you're still a long way from empty. [Verse 4] Touch is the one sense that will play both ways, recalls the past but looks for touch today. A recalled embrace from a love now gone, now longing for a touch you can't act on. [Outro] Still—be thankful you're alive, for all the senses that survive. There's time to dream, to reach, to strive, and life enough in you to thrive. #Americana #OriginalSong #CountryBallad If this resonated with you, consider subscribing for more original songs.