Years of Rust

Dusty boots on a wooden floor

Staring at the handle of a closing door

This town is a ghost I’ve known too long

Singing the same old tired song

Pack my bags in the pale moonlight

Gonna drive out heavy into the night

I love this soil,

but I need to grow

Where the wild winds eventually blow

I’m made of roots and I’m made of rust

A little bit of faith and a whole lot of trust

Leaving the hollows and the ancient pines

Looking for a life that is finally mine Yeah,

washing off the years of rust (yeah)

My old man said I’d never

leave

But I’ve got tricks hidden up my sleeve

The engine is coughing,

but she’ll hold strong

Gonna find the place where I belong

I’m made of roots and I’m made of rust

A little bit of faith and a whole lot of trust

Leaving the hollows and the ancient pines

Looking for a life that is finally mine Yeah,

washing off the years of rust (washing off the

rust)

(rust...

roots and rust)