Rust in the Twilight

In the back of the garage,

beneath a canvas sheet

He found two little handlebars and one worn leather seat

Rusty red and patient,

with streamers torn and thin

He wiped away the years and saw her seven years again

He carried it to the workbench when the house had gone to

sleep

Tightened every silver spoke and fixed the chain with grease

He rang the tiny bell once,

then he smiled through his tears

Like her first ride down the driveway had come rolling back through

years

By morning it stood by the front door Shining as best as

old things can He heard her car in the gravel And held

the bell inside his hand

You rode this when you were learning to dream

With scraped-up knees

and a brave little scream

Now let your little one

chase the morning too

My little girl,

look at all you grew into (ooh-ooh)

She stepped inside with her daughter

wrapped around her side

Then saw that little bicycle

and covered up her eyes

He said, I kept the things

that taught your heart to run

Some were made of metal,

some were made of love

She held him like the years had finally found a name Her

child touched the bell and laughed beside the frame

He closed his eyes and thanked the quiet grace For every mile

that led them back to this place

You rode this when you were learning to dream With scraped-up knees

and a brave little scream Now let your little one chase the

morning too My little girl,

look at all you grew into And

if my hands saved

anything worth giving away It was proof that love remembers

what time

cannot take (ooh-ooh-ooh)

Ride on, little one Ride on