[Intro] [Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft room tone] Mm-mm... Some things shine ‘Cause we never got to see... [Verse 1] We met where the canal cut through A summer day gone heavy blue You brought two shovels, a coffee tin Said, “There’s old gold where the banks cave in” You dug down deep, I tried to keep My boots from sliding in that clay Found a bottle, green as rain You wiped it clean and tucked it away [Pre-Chorus] You said, “It ain’t the dirt, it’s what it hides” But I heard something different underneath those words [Chorus] Some things are keepers, some things are scars Some things look like treasure in the dark We spend our whole lives digging through The broken glass of what we knew But there’s a kind of gold that time can’t steal A light that rust and rain can never kill So I’m learning what to hold And what to leave beneath the road Some things are keepers [Verse 2] My daddy found a locked-up box Three feet down by the chicken coop rocks Sent me inside for a cup of coffee By the time I came back, it was concrete For years I dreamed of diamonds bright Silver coins in the dead of night Then he told me, “Son, I let it lie Some secrets don’t belong to mine” [Pre-Chorus] And all those years, that hidden place Was teaching me the weight of grace [Chorus] Some things are keepers, some things are scars Some things look like treasure in the dark We spend our whole lives digging through The broken glass of what we knew But there’s a kind of gold that time can’t steal A light that rust and rain can never kill So I’m learning what to hold And what to leave beneath the road Some things are keepers [Bridge] [Half-time feel, pedal steel answers] If my heart is where my treasure stays Let it rest where the shadows fade Not in a lockbox under stone But in the hands that lead me home [Final Chorus] Some things are keepers, some things are scars Some things are heaven calling through the dark And all the things I thought I’d find Were never worth the peace of mind ‘Cause there’s a kind of gold that time can’t steal A love that loss and rust can never kill So I’m laying down the old For the treasure of my soul Yeah, I’m learning what to hold... Some things are keepers [Outro] [Acoustic guitar and distant pedal steel] Some things are keepers... And some things were meant To stay buried.
