Old House on Willow Creek (wersja 2)

Verse

Window seat is where I used to sit and wait

Watching my grandfather fix fences by the gate

Now the porch light's still burning, but it don't feel like home

Pre-Chorus

Is it grief or just the gravel beneath my tires?

Am I running from something or towards something fire?

Chorus

So I'm driving down Willow Creek in summer heat

Old house fading into a memory so sweet

I'll hold on tight to what's behind, but I won't stay stuck

Gonna kick up dust and watch this whole block turn blue

Verse 2

Radio static, wind through the window blind

Every mile marker passing by feels like goodbye to time

The mailbox still creaks open when my name is typed in script

But every night gets a little closer to that firelit exit route

Pre-Chorus

Is it grief or just the gravel beneath my tires?

Am I running from something or towards something fire?

Chorus

So I'm driving down Willow Creek in summer heat

Old house fading into a memory so sweet

I'll hold on tight to what's behind, but I won't stay stuck

Gonna kick up dust and watch this whole block turn blue

Bridge

Some things are just a door that you walk through twice

Leave the keys under the welcome mat for now

It's not running from it — it's learning how to keep its shape

I'll still call it home when I'm somewhere else in my life

Chorus

So I'm driving down Willow Creek in summer heat

Old house fading into a memory so sweet

I'll hold on tight to what's behind, but I won't stay stuck

Gonna kick up dust and watch this whole block turn blue