Stick Season is a song by the American singer-songwriter Noah Kahan, Released in 2021, it’s a trail from his debut studio album, “I Was / I Am.” The song was written by Noah Kahan himself along with Benjamin Ruttner and James Flannigan.
“Stick Season” analyze themes of change, transition, and strength. The term “stick season” refers to the period between the colorful fall leaves and the advent of winter snow, when trees arrive bare and life seems dormant. This metaphor is used to outline a phase of uncertainty or recession in life, where one may feel lost or confusing.
Noah Kahan’s contemplative lyrics amalgamate with his exciting vocals create a poignant portrayal of drive through challenging times. The song’s melody, escorted by acoustic guitar and atmospheric production, enhances its contemplative mood.
Since its release, “Stick Season” has reverberate with audiences, earning praise for its honesty and vulnerability. It showcases Noah Kahan’s talent as a songwriter and performer, donate to his progressing character in the indie folk-pop music scene.
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
Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
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