Box in the Attic

(hummmmm) Found a dusty cardboard box up in the attic space Full of

faded polaroids and black-and-white lace An old tin whistle and a silver

pocket watch Ticking right along,

hasn't missed a single notch Handwritten letters tied up with a faded

string Listening real close to the stories that they sing

'Cause we're all just threads in a runaway quilt

Standing on the ground that our grandfathers built

Every stitch is a story,

every tear is a song Passing down the roots that keep us

holding on strong Yeah,

the years keep flying like leaves in the wind But love stays

woven right where it's always been

There’s a picture of my mama on her wedding day

Standing by a porch swing that's painted eggshell gray

And a postcard from a brother who went off to the war

Saying "Keep the porch light burning by the kitchen door"

It’s a timeline written out in graphite and ink Makes you slow

it down and take a minute to think

'Cause we're all just threads in a runaway quilt

Standing on the ground that our grandfathers built

Every stitch is a story,

every tear is a song Passing down the roots that keep us

holding on strong Yeah,

the years keep flying like leaves in the wind

But love stays woven right where it's always been

Someday someone’s gonna open up a box of mine

Finding old guitars and songs from another time

Hope they see the love in every line I ever wrote

And find a little comfort in the middle of a note

'Cause we're all just threads in a runaway quilt

Standing on the ground that our grandfathers built

Every stitch is a story,

every tear is a song Passing down the roots that keep us

holding on strong Yeah,

the years keep flying like leaves in the wind

But love stays woven right where it's always been (always been)

Yeah, love stays woven...

Right where it's always been. (ahhhh)