What is wrong with crumbling ground
Dirt building up and softening corners
As messages to my former youth.
I met a truth I should have known
Though long ago I had forgotten then
Stolen by a bass kick drum.
Trim around my old entrance door
Has worn a little more since,
Stars still there to light my heart.
Don’t let me see it
Or I’ll run away with my low E chord
When this silence is unbearable.
Cracks again begin to open up
Time can test and I’ll whistle along
Nail and hammer I’ll carry on.