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(mmm-hmmm) Left my old guitar
under the dust and rust
Walked away from the songs that I couldn't trust
Now I'm carrying dry goods
past the local store
In this quiet town,
where I don't look back no more
Then I heard a small voice
on the wooden porch steps
Singing a broken melody that my heart kept
A melody I scribbled down
twenty years ago
How did this little kid find the words to make it grow?
It survived in the wild,
it outlived my regret
The fire was still burning under things I forget Oh,
the song is alive,
turning dark into gold
Out on the gravel road
I stood there frozen,
groceries in my hand
Listening to my ghost
in this quiet land
He looked up and smiled,
said he learned it from his dad
Who heard it in a city bar
when times were bad
And I thought it was gone (thought it was gone) I thought
it was buried in the clay
But a song doesn't die
just because you walk away
(no, it doesn't die)
It survived in the wild,
it outlived my regret
The fire was still burning under things I forget Oh,
the song is alive,
turning dark into gold
Out on the gravel road
(yeah, it's alive!) Out on the gravel road...
It survived... (hmmm,
it's alive)