Weathered Roads

Dust on the floorboards,

cold in the grate (ahhhh) Sun's going down,

but it's already late

I watch the shadows crawl up the wall

(hmmm) And there's nobody left here to call

Wind in the chimney,

creak in the stair (hmmmm) I look for a coat that you

used to wear

The garden is frozen,

the well is run dry

And I'm too tired to ask myself why

Forty-odd years in the blink of an eye

(hmmm) Just watching the clouds rolling over the sky

We planted the seeds but the harvest was thin

And the cold winter's settling in

So blow out the candle and lock up the gate (ahhhh) No

use in fighting the hour that's late

The wood is all burned and the kettle is cold

And the story is finally told