Photograph on Route 9

(hmmnnn) Rain on the windshield,

shifting the gears

Driving these state routes

for three running years

Found an old photo

in package fourteen

Two kids on a porch swing

in late '17

I knocked on the screen door

at eighty-four Grand

An old man stood waiting

with a shake in his hand

His wife called from inside,

'Who's out in the cold?'

And there on the mantel was the future I'd planned

They had the porch light,

they had the gold ring

They had the quiet that tomorrow will bring

I saw the lifetimes we threw in the dust

Oh, what a dream we let rust (oh,

we let it rust) They told me of winter,

they told me of spring

How staying together

is a beautiful thing

I thought of your laughter,

the way that you drove

Through the pine trees and down to the cove

And we'll find a porch light,

we'll find a gold ring

And look for the quiet that tomorrow will bring

I won't let our lifetime get lost in the dust

No, I won't let our dream rust

I drove back to the highway

with hope in my chest

Watching the red sun go down in the west (ohhhhh)