Your Side of the Bed | 80s Power Ballad | Original Song

“Your Side of the Bed” is an original 80s-inspired power ballad about the quiet heartbreak of reaching for someone who is no longer there. Tender piano, soaring vocals and an emotional guitar solo tell a story of regret, sleepless nights and the things we wish we had said. For listeners who love the atmosphere of classic AOR and melodic rock ballads. “You said goodbye in the doorway; I say goodbye again each night.” 🎧 LISTEN NEXT ON RETRO WAVE [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdSIDbvA_m0] 💬 Which line stayed with you? Subscribe to Retro Wave for more original songs inspired by the sound and emotion of the 1980s. 🎵 Song: Your Side of the Bed 📺 Channel: Retro Wave An original song inspired by the era—not a cover. #80sPowerBallad #MelodicRock #retrowave Lyrics: I came home late and turned the key, Still holding my breath out of habit. You used to leave the hallway on; Tonight I stood there in my jacket. Your winter coat was gone at last, An empty hook beside the door. I thought I’d learned to live alone— Then I saw what wasn’t there before. All day long, I tell the truth: You’re gone, and I’m getting through. But somewhere between dark and dreaming, There’s a part of me that reaches for you. Your side of the bed stays cold, But I still reach across. For one half-second, you’re beside me, Then I remember what I lost. You said goodbye in the doorway; I say goodbye again each night. My heart still sleeps beside you, Though I know you’re not coming back this time. Your sister called on Saturday; She said you’d found a place downtown. I asked her if the windows faced The morning sun you loved around. She said you sounded more like you. I told her I was glad to hear. Then I sat down beside the phone And let the silence fill the year. I don’t wish you lonely evenings, I don’t want your new life wrong. But it hurts to hear you’re healing In a place where I don’t belong. Your side of the bed stays cold, But I still reach across. For one half-second, you’re beside me, Then I remember what I lost. You said goodbye in the doorway; I say goodbye again each night. My heart still sleeps beside you, Though I know you’re not coming back this time. You asked me once to stay up talking; I said, “We’ve got tomorrow night.” Now I’d trade a thousand mornings For that kitchen, for that light. I wouldn’t promise you forever. I wouldn’t tell you not to cry. I’d turn the television off And listen to you this time. Your side of the bed stays cold, And I still reach across. For one half-second, you’re beside me, Then I remember what I lost. You said goodbye in the doorway; I say goodbye again each night. My heart still sleeps beside you, Though I know you’re not coming back this time. Tonight I moved your pillow. I thought that I was ready. I made it almost half an hour Before I put it back beside me.