The grass grows through the cracks nscreen door hanging from a string nand memories tracked on the front porch nstill cover everything nhe never said goodbye nthings were easier that way ncity lights might take some nbut others chose to stay nnWith his hands he makes his way ncutting pieces from the ground nwhere dreams grow like the summer crop nand never make a sound nand family means more than X-mas trees nand walks down memory lane ninterrupted without fail nto catch the early train nnchorus: nHe said ‘I’m gonna stay nand that’s all I got to say nI like my chances on judgement day (2) nnsomeone asked him one time n‘what’s the point my friend….. nthis land owes you nothing nand you’re near the end’ nhe said a reflection in the water nlasts until you’re gone nit never takes hold nif you keep moving on nnPictures on the wall ndog sleeping on the floor nand the cool breeze sings him to sleep nthrough the unlocked door nI guess the world is closing in nbut I think we got some time nthe old man got drunk last night nand tore down the town’s road sign nit’s one and only road sign