Linger (Country Roads)

I found the letters in a cedar box

Half-faded ink and rusted locks

Time had worn the edges thin

Showing where our lives begin (mm)

And every word you wrote to me

Was like a map across the sea (ahhh)

Oh,

some things fade and some things stay

Like the dust

upon the clay

We were young and we were wild Walking home a weary mile

Now the kitchen floor is cold and bare

Only shadows lingering there

But I can hear your quiet laugh

Etched across this photograph

We didn't have much to our name

But the fire burned just the same Through the winter,

through the rain

Oh,

some things fade and some things stay

Like the dust upon the clay

We were young and we were wild

Walking home a weary mile

Just a weary mile