Screen Door Months

Ten P.M. and your green light's still on

I watched you step outside,

now you're gone

To the porch where the screen door never latches

Striking matches,

watching the embers fade

Then you walk back in,

brushing off the cold

But there's a distance in the story we told

By the rusty tailgate

of your old truck

We ran out of luck

in this county line town

And the wind starts to rise

Underneath those heavy skies

Oh, why do we hold

to a door that won't close?

Like a porch light in winter,

a fading red rose

You let go of my hand in the cold gravel dust Left

nothing but rust

Ahhh,

left nothing but rust (nothing but rust)