The barn don’t move

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Ain’t much to it—just chores and some peace,
Some days stretch long, some feel like they cease.
But I ain’t in no hurry, got nowhere to be,
‘Cause the world don’t feel like this when it’s chasin’ what it sees.

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(Verse 1 – The Tired Man)

First man came by in a car way too clean,
Wore a tie in July, sweatin’ out his spleen.
Said he worked too much, never saw his own land,
Didn’t know his kids, barely knew who he was as a man.

I handed him a rake and said, “You can help if you like,”
He laughed like he hadn’t heard a joke in his life.
Stayed ‘til sunset, barely said a word,
Then left sayin’, “This place says more than anything I’ve heard.”

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(Verse 2 – The Young Girl)

Next came a girl with tears on her shirt,
Said she’d walked three miles, feet covered in dirt.
Didn’t ask her story, just showed her the loft,
Told her the wind up there can make pain come off soft.

She stayed a few nights, helped me sweep up feed,
Didn’t talk much ‘til she felt the need.
Said, “The world out there don’t care if you break,”
Then hugged me once, real tight, like she needed a stake.

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(Verse 3 – The Music Man)

Then a boy with a guitar, strings all bent,
Said he used to play bars just to pay his rent.
But the crowds got loud and the lights got dim,
And every song he sang felt less like him.

He played one night ‘neath a sky full of stars,
No stage, no tips, no drinks, no bars.
He left that guitar by the door, no note, no name—
Just walked off slow, like he’d finished the game.

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(Closing – Back to the Barn)

And me, I stay right where I’ve always been,
Same barn, same field, same early wind.
Folks come and go, each with their pain,
But they all leave sayin’ they feel human again.

Ain’t got no need for the world’s big spin,
Not when peace starts right here, skin to skin.
Let ‘em chase the lights and the noise and the show—
The barn don’t move.
And that’s why it knows.

2090/7500

I been workin’ this barn since I was knee-high tall, Same boards, same breeze, same tools on the wall. Sun comes up, I feed the hens and the dogs, Kick dust off my boots, take a walk through the fog. Ain’t much to it—just chores and some peace, Some days stretch long, some feel like they cease. But I ain’t in no hurry, got nowhere to be, ‘Cause the world don’t feel like this when it’s chasin’ what it sees. ⸻ (Verse 1 – The Tired Man) First man came by in a car way too clean, Wore a tie in July, sweatin’ out his spleen. Said he worked too much, never saw his own land, Didn’t know his kids, barely knew who he was as a man. I handed him a rake and said, “You can help if you like,” He laughed like he hadn’t heard a joke in his life. Stayed ‘til sunset, barely said a word, Then left sayin’, “This place says more than anything I’ve heard.” ⸻ (Verse 2 – The Young Girl) Next came a girl with tears on her shirt, Said she’d walked three miles, feet covered in dirt. Didn’t ask her story, just showed her the loft, Told her the wind up there can make pain come off soft. She stayed a few nights, helped me sweep up feed, Didn’t talk much ‘til she felt the need. Said, “The world out there don’t care if you break,” Then hugged me once, real tight, like she needed a stake. ⸻ (Verse 3 – The Music Man) Then a boy with a guitar, strings all bent, Said he used to play bars just to pay his rent. But the crowds got loud and the lights got dim, And every song he sang felt less like him. He played one night ‘neath a sky full of stars, No stage, no tips, no drinks, no bars. He left that guitar by the door, no note, no name— Just walked off slow, like he’d finished the game. ⸻ (Closing – Back to the Barn) And me, I stay right where I’ve always been, Same barn, same field, same early wind. Folks come and go, each with their pain, But they all leave sayin’ they feel human again. Ain’t got no need for the world’s big spin, Not when peace starts right here, skin to skin. Let ‘em chase the lights and the noise and the show— The barn don’t move. And that’s why it knows.

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