You can almost feel the countryside air in this one – @hunterjmetts sitting alone in an old shepherd’s hut, guitar in hand, chasing the memory of “Abilene.” There’s a stillness to this session, the kind that makes you think of early autumn evenings and stories you wish you could step back into.

Hunter’s songwriting is American nostalgia and indie folk heartache, think Gregory Alan Isakov, Leif Vollebekk, and the bittersweet end of an early Ben Howard song. The lyrics of longing, belief, and small, sacred details paint a world that’s lost but not gone.

Filmed on a grey English day, this performance really strips everything back to the bones: voice, guitar, and the quiet rain outside. By the time you realise he’s been playing inside a tiny sheep hut the whole time, it just makes sense, these are songs built for listening when the world feels big and you feel so small, and when you need to remember there’s still beauty in the simple things.

For fans of: indie folk, autumn, acoustic songwriting, and those looking for something honest.

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Lyrics:

I hear you there across from me
Somewhere talking on an empty street
Was it real to you? Was it make-believe?
If I made it up, does it mean something?
Abilene
Abilene

Coulda sworn I told you everything
Been a long, long night remembering
If I spelled it out for you to read
I would dot the I’s, I would cross the T’s
Abilene
Abilene

I believe it’ll all be right
I believe love will never die
I believe in what’s unseen
And I believe in Abilene
Abilene

We were dancing by the front room table
You were my Juilliard antique angel
Even the birds were watching from the cables
Holding onto you like something stable
Abilene
Abilene

There’s a world out there where it all went right
In a little house by the riverside
Counting up our tin can dimes
For a fourteen-dollar bottle of wine
Abilene

I believe it’ll all be right
I believe love will never die
I believe in what’s unseen
And I believe in Abilene
Oh, Abilene

I believe it’ll all be right
I believe love will never die
I believe in what’s unseen
And I believe in Abilene

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