Iron rusts on the heavy chain.
Wet grass smells like a summer rain.
Brake pads worn on the toll road line.
Staring back at a different time.
The ivy climbs the workshop wall.
Waiting for the old beams to fall.
Tear the weeds from the concrete floor.
Find the key to the open door.
Syllables of a hidden place.
Looking back at a familiar face.
Coffee burns in a plastic cup.
Watch the wild clover climbing up.
Oil stains on the workbench wood.
I would leave it here if I could.
The ivy climbs the workshop wall.
Waiting for the old beams to fall.
Tear the weeds from the concrete floor.
Find the key to the open door.
Syllables of a hidden place.
Looking back at a familiar face.
Silver coins in a metal tray.
Count the hours of a working day.
Old wrenches scattered in the dirt.
Old memories that start to hurt.
Tear the weeds from the concrete floor.
Find the key to the open door.
Syllables of a hidden place.
Looking back at a familiar face.
Salty grease on a white apron fold.
Stories that we never actually told.
Copper wire in a tangled heap.
Promises that we couldn't keep.
Tear the weeds from the concrete floor.
Find the key to the open door.
Syllables of a hidden place.
Looking back at a familiar face.
Toll booth lights in a steady glow.
Watching all of the traffic flow.
Backyard grass hiding every trace.
Slowing down in this quiet space.
Tear the weeds from the concrete floor.
Find the key to the open door.
Syllables of a hidden place.
Looking back at a familiar face.
Push the gate. It is late. Just stay here.
Keep it near.
