Verse
Grandad hocked his horn the winter the heat got cut
Taped the ticket to the fridge like a stitched-up cut
Ninety days written small in the corner, red ink bleeding
Counted down the same as scripture, same as breathing
Watched the regulars circle glass like they smelled the meat
Waiting on a family's clock to run out on the street
I was twelve, too small to work, too old not to see
What it cost a man to trade his sound for security
Learned the numbers on those tickets like a second name
Every pawn a prayer that somebody comes back the same
Pre-Chorus
How many days left, how much can a memory hold
How long till the silver turns to somebody else's gold
I kept the receipt folded, kept it close to the bone
I already know, I already know
Chorus
Wolves at the pawn shop, circling the glass
Ninety days on the clock before the gold don't last
I came back for everything my family had to pawn
Redeemed every ticket 'fore the wolves were gone
Verse
Grown now, first check cashed, I drove there straight from work
Bought the horn back dusty, wiped it clean, it didn't hurt
Next month the ring, the one my grandmother wore thin
Man behind the counter said he wondered when I'd come again
Told him every piece got a story stitched inside the case
Told him I remember every face that circled this place
Now I keep a list, I keep a fund, I keep the door
Help the young ones beat the clock so they ain't losing more
Turned the corner where the wolves used to wait and feed
Into a place where a family plants instead of bleeds
Pre-Chorus
How many days left, how much can a memory hold
How long till the silver turns to somebody else's gold
I kept the receipt folded, kept it close to the bone
I already know, I already know
Chorus
Wolves at the pawn shop, circling the glass
Ninety days on the clock before the gold don't last
I came back for everything my family had to pawn
Redeemed every ticket 'fore the wolves were gone
Bridge
I ain't never sold what I couldn't buy back twice
Every scar's a receipt, every debt's got a price
The wolves still circling, but they circling slower now
They see me walk in, they already know how
Chorus
Wolves at the pawn shop, circling the glass
Ninety days on the clock before the gold don't last
I came back for everything my family had to pawn
Redeemed every ticket 'fore the wolves were gone
