You left it by the gravel road
Where heavy summer rains descend
The ink began to blur and erode
A story that would never end
The coffee's black and the grill is hot
You're the only thing that I forgot
It is rust on the page of a letter
Tucked away in the wet prairie clay
I thought that the weather got better
But the words just started to grey
The paper turned a golden brown
Hidden deep in the driveway mud
While the autumn leaves drifted down
And the creek rose up in a flood
The coffee's black and the grill is hot
You're the only thing that I forgot
It is rust on the page of a letter
Tucked away in the wet prairie clay
I thought that the weather got better
But the words just started to grey
You wrote about the city light
And the way the midnight wind blows
I read it by the diner light
Where the tired old regular goes
Sift the salt and flip the steak
Counting every little mistake
Wait for the dawn to break the blue
Still waiting on a word from you
It is rust on the page of a letter
Tucked away in the wet prairie clay
I thought that the weather got better
But the words just started to grey
Now the envelope is torn and thin
Sunk beneath the heavy red grit
Where the long winter nights begin
And the oil lamps are finally lit
It is rust on the page of a letter
Tucked away in the wet prairie clay
I thought that the weather got better
But the words just started to grey
Just rust on the page
Sinking in the clay
Sinking in the clay
