The grass grows through the cracks
screen door hanging from a string
and memories tracked on the front porch
still cover everything
he never said goodbye
things were easier that way
city lights might take some
but others chose to stay
With his hands he makes his way
cutting pieces from the ground
where dreams grow like the summer crop
and never make a sound
and family means more than X-mas trees
and walks down memory lane
interrupted without fail
to catch the early train
chorus:
He said "˜I'm gonna stay
and that's all I got to say
I like my chances on judgement day (2)
someone asked him one time
"˜what's the point my friend"¦..
this land owes you nothing
and you're near the end'
he said a reflection in the water
lasts until you're gone
it never takes hold
if you keep moving on
Pictures on the wall
dog sleeping on the floor
and the cool breeze sings him to sleep
through the unlocked door
I guess the world is closing in
but I think we got some time
the old man got drunk last night
and tore down the town's road sign
it's one and only road sign