Rust Hook and Hollar

The dust has settled on the porch

(cough) And the autumn wind blows cold

There ain't much left to keep us warm

Since the last oak tree

was sold

I watched the river turn to stone (mm-hmm) Underneath the winter gray

We spent our youth on rocky ground

And watched it slip away

But we're still here,

standing in the rain (ahhhh)

Just holding on

to what remains

Yeah we're still here,

sharing all the pain (yeaaah)

Just holding on

to what remains