The Old House Still Stands (έκδοση 2)

Verse

Porch screen creaks to a rhythm only old houses know

Wicker chair holds the same worn groove I go

Screen door slaps when the wind comes off the river bed

Same spot where my grandmother used to sit and read

The kitchen clock still runs five minutes slow

Like it's holding all the years we let go

My father's toolbox in a corner by the wall

Still smells like copper and something more than just dust after rain falls

Pre-Chorus

So why do I keep these old things around?

Why does letting go feel like turning down the whole town?

Is it the memories or is it holding on too tight?

Tell me, tell me what this says tonight

Chorus

The old house still stands where we grew up tall

Every board and every nail has a story to recall

Some doors are gone but they left their mark

That's what I call home, that's who we were from the start

Verse 2

Grandmother's rocking chair in the attic with the trunk

Photographs curled soft like something you touch just for fun

The porch light humming yellow into a neighbor's yard

Same hush where my brothers learned to ride and laugh and harden their hearts

I found a letter folded under the floorboard