Uploaded May 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
🎵 An original song accompanying the Nyza Stories episode "The Grandmother Who Forgot Everything" — forgetting is sometimes the slow work of remembering everyone
🎬 Watch the full story: youtube.com/watch?v=GY-BnPeS7qk
✦ LYRICS ✦
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
She buttered the toaster on a Sunday afternoon
She called the dog by the cat's name, who had died in 2009
She greeted the mailman with a salute and hello, Captain
He had stopped correcting her, he saluted her right back again
[Verse 2]
She told the priest a wedding-night joke for the fifty-second time
He laughed so hard he spilled his tea on the burgundy and navy line
Of the Persian rug she had bought when her late husband was alive
She laughed loudest, and her eyes went bright, and the room felt suddenly bright
[Pre-Chorus]
Captain
Doctor
Mr. Henderson
Every wrong name
Was a real name
[Chorus]
She was not losing names, she was returning them
One by one on her slow way out the door
Captain was her husband, Doctor was her father
Mr. Henderson lived next door for thirty-one years before
Forgetting is sometimes the slow work
Of remembering everyone you have loved
She was carrying every single one of them with her
On the long way home above
[Verse 3]
On a Sunday in February she opened the front door for tea
She looked at her eleven-year-old grandson, and she said, David, you came
David was his father, David had died when the boy was four
The boy stepped in, hung up his coat on the empty fourth hook by the door
[Chorus]
She was not losing names, she was returning them
One by one on her slow way out the door
Captain was her husband, Doctor was her father
Mr. Henderson lived next door for thirty-one years before
[Bridge]
He hung his blue winter coat on the hook his father had used
For twenty-eight Sundays of a life he could not refuse
He said, in the gentlest voice he had ever used to anyone in his life
Hi mom, I came, in the cold soft hallway of late February light
Every Sunday after that he became David for an afternoon
He had two birthdays now and he had two names and one whole moon
And the locket at her collarbone opened once to show the photo inside
And the smile of the woman who would not let her loved ones die
[Final Chorus]
She was not losing names, she was returning them
One by one on her slow way out the door
The brave thing is to answer when called
Even by a name you never owned before
Hello Captain, the boy said in March
And the kettle whistled on the trivet
She smiled at him as if he were a man she had loved very much
And she was bringing every single one of them with her on the way out
[Outro]
Hello Captain
Hello Captain
She was bringing every single one of them
On the way out the door
✦ NYZA STUDIOS ✦
Independent record label founded by Hardik Trehan.
🌐 nyzastudios.com
📺 youtube.com/@nyzastudiosofficial
📖 nyzastudios.com/stories
📷 instagram.com/nyzastudios
👍 facebook.com/nyzastudios
Music + lyrics: NyzaStudios
#NyzaStudios #NyzaStories #HelloCaptain #LyricVideo #IndieFolk #OriginalMusic #Cinematic
🎵 An original song accompanying the Nyza Stories episode "The Grandmother Who Forgot Everything" — forgetting is sometimes the slow work of remembering everyone
🎬 Watch the full story: youtube.com/watch?v=GY-BnPeS7qk
✦ LYRICS ✦
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
She buttered the toaster on a Sunday afternoon
She called the dog by the cat's name, who had died in 2009
She greeted the mailman with a salute and hello, Captain
He had stopped correcting her, he saluted her right back again
[Verse 2]
She told the priest a wedding-night joke for the fifty-second time
He laughed so hard he spilled his tea on the burgundy and navy line
Of the Persian rug she had bought when her late husband was alive
She laughed loudest, and her eyes went bright, and the room felt suddenly bright
[Pre-Chorus]
Captain
Doctor
Mr. Henderson
Every wrong name
Was a real name
[Chorus]
She was not losing names, she was returning them
One by one on her slow way out the door
Captain was her husband, Doctor was her father
Mr. Henderson lived next door for thirty-one years before
Forgetting is sometimes the slow work
Of remembering everyone you have loved
She was carrying every single one of them with her
On the long way home above
[Verse 3]
On a Sunday in February she opened the front door for tea
She looked at her eleven-year-old grandson, and she said, David, you came
David was his father, David had died when the boy was four
The boy stepped in, hung up his coat on the empty fourth hook by the door
[Chorus]
She was not losing names, she was returning them
One by one on her slow way out the door
Captain was her husband, Doctor was her father
Mr. Henderson lived next door for thirty-one years before
[Bridge]
He hung his blue winter coat on the hook his father had used
For twenty-eight Sundays of a life he could not refuse
He said, in the gentlest voice he had ever used to anyone in his life
Hi mom, I came, in the cold soft hallway of late February light
Every Sunday after that he became David for an afternoon
He had two birthdays now and he had two names and one whole moon
And the locket at her collarbone opened once to show the photo inside
And the smile of the woman who would not let her loved ones die
[Final Chorus]
She was not losing names, she was returning them
One by one on her slow way out the door
The brave thing is to answer when called
Even by a name you never owned before
Hello Captain, the boy said in March
And the kettle whistled on the trivet
She smiled at him as if he were a man she had loved very much
And she was bringing every single one of them with her on the way out
[Outro]
Hello Captain
Hello Captain
She was bringing every single one of them
On the way out the door
✦ NYZA STUDIOS ✦
Independent record label founded by Hardik Trehan.
🌐 nyzastudios.com
📺 youtube.com/@nyzastudiosofficial
📖 nyzastudios.com/stories
📷 instagram.com/nyzastudios
👍 facebook.com/nyzastudios
Music + lyrics: NyzaStudios
#NyzaStudios #NyzaStories #HelloCaptain #LyricVideo #IndieFolk #OriginalMusic #Cinematic
