The grass grows through the cracks    screen door hanging from a string    and memories tracked on the front porch    still cover everything    he never said goodbye    things were easier that way    city lights might take some    but others chose to stay       With his hands he makes his way    cutting pieces from the ground    where dreams grow like the summer crop    and never make a sound    and family means more than X-mas trees    and walks down memory lane    interrupted without fail    to catch the early train       chorus:    He said ‘I’m gonna stay    and that’s all I got to say    I like my chances on judgement day (2)       someone asked him one time    ‘what’s the point my friend…..    this land owes you nothing    and you’re near the end’    he said a reflection in the water    lasts until you’re gone    it never takes hold    if you keep moving on       Pictures on the wall    dog sleeping on the floor    and the cool breeze sings him to sleep    through the unlocked door    I guess the world is closing in    but I think we got some time    the old man got drunk last night    and tore down the town’s road sign    it’s one and only road sign