Old House in the Haze (वर्ज़न 2)

Verse

Dust on the window frame still holds your shape

Screen door creaks like a voice from the past

Momma's old quilt on the porch swing chair

Cinnamon and rainwater on my hands

The river road is rutted but I know every bend

Every willow tree that bends and never ends

Pre-Chorus

Is it nostalgia or something more?

Tell me what a house can keep when doors shut closed

It's like the summer air still lives inside me now

This ain't goodbye, this is a door I'm keeping open somehow

Chorus

I won't sell the old house in the haze of summer gold

Not yet, not ever, that's a promise to myself

Every floorboard creaks a memory I need

So hold on tight and don't you ever let go

This porch light stays lit one more night

Old House in the Haze, still standing tall tonight

Verse

Mama's garden fence is rusted to silver

Zinnias blooming where we used to play

Pops' old toolbox under the sink still