A rusted shovel leans against the wall
Crickets tune as evening covers all
One porch light breathes through the wire
The old swing sways in a silver fire
I found your name beneath the rusted latch
Your shadow stretched along the dry grass patch
The mailbox leans with one red flag raised
Your bicycle waits in the sun-drenched haze
Crickets tune behind the old wall
As the last light lets the tall grass fall
If you call my name from the hallway
I will hear you past the water
The screen door bangs where Grandpa shut it
The jam jars sparkle in the dust, still lit
Your old sweater keeps its shape within
The kitchen clock ticks by the windowsill
You can hear the crickets calling
Like a choir through the dead grass falling
If you call my name from the hallway
I will hear you past the water
I hear the rusted gate complain
A bicycle bell beneath the rain
The well rope creaks beneath the willow bough
Your name is worn where Grandpa carved it now
Crickets sing across the silver wall
Till the last light lets the shadows fall
If you call my name from the hallway
I will hear you past the water
The power hums beneath the floorboards
The storm drains through the cracked roofboards
Your room still holds the shape of you
The hallway bends around the blue
The dark runs underneath the closed door
Your empty hoodie circles on the floor
I speak your name into the waiting wall
The answer comes in crickets after all
We drove away before the river froze
The school bus sank beneath the road below
I kept your room like it was ours to keep
And left the crickets tuning while we weep
Hear the crickets by the ancient wall
As all our lost years tumble and fall
If you're calling from the hallway
I will meet you past the water
The barn door closes with a groan
The crickets carry me back home
Your name is bright and folds me into song
The last dark comes, but we belong
