The Windowsill JP 550

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse] The sunrise met a coffee cup Still warm from yesterday Left a ring on the tablecloth Where memories like to stay The clock hands wrestle with the time And dust dances in the sun Life’s a mess of broken strings And the tune is never done [Verse 2] There’s whiskey on the windowsill And shadows on the field A lonely breeze plays hide and seek with secrets left Unseeked The porch swing creaks like it’s confessing sins that came too soon While the dog howls low at a man trapped in the Moon [Chorus] The road don’t care which boots you wear It takes you just the same A million miles of freighted smiles Some free and some in chains The tunes we hum The hearts we strum They fade but never go Blood and soil and fire and toil The only seeds we sow [Verse 3] A scarecrow wears the farmer’s shirt Its buttons out of place His shoulders stoop like they’re carrying the weight of outer space The barn sighs slow With a whisper low The rafters crack and cry They know that even sturdy oak will someday meet the sky [Bridge] The river bends like a tired man But it ain’t gonna break It carries all its burdens still Every stone and flake The rocks don’t flinch They take the punch Knowing this too shall pass Just water’s love song to the land Carving tapestries in Grass [Verse 4] The radio hums a lonesome tune Through static and despair A voice that cracks like the backs of hands Weathered Wrought with care There’s a gospel in the grumble A hymn in the hands of time Every life’s a crooked poem that somehow still can rhyme [musical solo] [fade to end] [end]