Dust on the Porch

The road is long and dusty now

The autumn leaves begin to fade

We built our house on shifting sand

With every single promise made

The fire is dying in the hearth

The winter chill is creeping in

I count the lines upon my hands

And wonder where we should begin

We lost the things we used to hold

To years we cannot quite reclaim

But here we stand against the cold

And neither one has took the blame

The shadows stretch across the floor

The clock is ticking on the wall

We do not talk of what has passed

Or if there's any hope at all (mmm-hmm)