The rust on an old abandoned piano
plays notes with greater grandeur,
because now stories and memories
aren't just stuck in the past's pasture.

There are stairs that climb in the old mansion
that holds the outline of footsteps of yesterday.
From little kids laughing to queens in the making
but the loss of color is already underway.

How many sermons
did this old church hear?
The alter seems painted with the teardrops
of the sinners who were drawn near.

So many bare feet and wheels
traveled down  this dirt road.
There were lives that started here,
when the sun shown and when the moon glimmered.

Children grew up, just like their parents,
living in a town of tradition and history.
They all vanished or blew away with the dust,
but now its all just a mystery.

You either left when you finished school
or lived here til you died.
The truth was something that was always heard
because hardly anybody could have lied

Did everybody disappear
or did life here somehow dwindle away?
Looks like home is where the heart is
and  I went the wrong way.

The dust, the rust, and silence,
this isn't home anymore.
But I can't resist falling apart on this old floor.
God knows I've done it plenty of times before.

So let the blue color the skies
and wet the ground when it rains.
I said my goodbyes
and so did my ghosts stuck in their chains.