Rust and River Bones (Version 2)

Verse

Grandfather's rocking chair sits by the porch light

Painted white again but worn in just right

The river ran past our property line once

Now it's dry ground and a memory like dust on my spine

Your jacket hangs where you left it behind

Sweater from winter, smell still divine

I don't throw things away that remind me of you

Even the porch step creaks with something true

Pre-Chorus

Tell me why some days are harder than others

Tell me if this is just growing older or something more

Some days I'm okay and some days I'm chasing shadows

But the water remembers long before we do

Chorus

We're made of rust and river bones

Weathered wood that still holds us home

Every storm takes a piece of something true

But it's always coming back to me, to you

Verse 2

Your mother's recipe book has flour on the page

Notes for the biscuits scribbled in a different age

I never learned to cook like I should have been taught

Too busy running rivers I don't understand yet

The swing hangs loose where it used to creak and sway

Empty now but still swings when the wind decides to play

I'm not scared of empty because that's just how it goes

Empty is a house still holding all it knows

Pre-Chorus

Tell me why some days are harder than others

Tell me if this is just growing older or something more

Some days I'm okay and some days I'm chasing shadows

But the water remembers long before we do

Chorus

We're made of rust and river bones

Weathered wood that still holds us home

Every storm takes a piece of something true

But it's always coming back to me, to you

Bridge

I won't be angry at what the flood took away

That's just the water doing its job, drifting off into May

It's not loss if it leaves behind what stays

The stories we built on weathered wooden days

Chorus

We're made of rust and river bones

Weathered wood that still holds us home

Every storm takes a piece of something true

But it's always coming back to me, to you