Songteksten
Come next sunday morning
I won't be welcome here no more
There'll be a stranger in my living room
New claws on the hardwood floor
Mama don't remember much
And dad's long checked out, of this house
Built on a half acre
In 1983
I remember when that porch was built
Planting that evergreen
But there's a sold sign in my window
It reads I can live without
But man I have my doubts
That hole in the drywall
That creak in the front step
Like ink on a piece of paper
A melody you can't forget
There's a song left in this kitchen
And a tear left in that couch
Ya there's things you can't take out of this house
That hiding spot behind the tractor tire
Where you could sit for hours
The sour taste of rhubarb
The smell of lilac flowers
I'm not one to raise my voice
I'm not the one to pout
But when I leave I'll kick and shout
That hole in the drywall
That creak in the front step
Like ink on a piece of paper
A melody you can't forget
There's a song left in this kitchen
And a tear left in that couch
Ya there's things you can't take out of this house
To you it might just look like rundown brick and stone
There's a key under the mat and a few things you should know
That hole in the drywall
That creak in the front step
Like ink on a piece of paper
A melody you can't forget
There's a song left in this kitchen
And a tear left in that couch
Ya there's things you can't take out of this house
Writer(s): Brenton Thorvaldson
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