The Year of the Wrecking Ball

Open the door to the old brick house

I feel the floorboards smile

Carpets worn thin from secrets stuffed in

There's only so much you can hide

Down through the hallway

Dinosaur bones and bald tires

These ceilings feel low, or maybe I've grown

Whispers of my anthem get louder

Sing Hallelujah

Sing to the holes in the walls

Sing for the light through the broken windows

And the year of the wrecking ball

Walls papered with blues and greens fade to yellowish grey

Some things will never leave, and others never could stay

Inside the bedroom, I hear her still on the phone

33 years of pleading God, please, don't leave me alone

She sings Hallelujah

Sings to the holes in the walls

Sing for the light through the broken windows

And the year of the wrecking ball

Out in the garden, the rose bush is tangled

Around the weathered wood fence

The gate to the sidewalk leads me out

To our names scratched in the cement

Kids are still jumping rope, and the ginkgo is still dropping bombs

My sister's piano drowns out the sound of all of us singing along

We sing Hallelujah

Sing to the holes in the walls

Sing for the light through the broken windows

And the year of the wrecking ball

We sing Hallelujah

Sing to the holes in the walls

Sing for the light through the broken windows

And the year of the wrecking ball

Sing for the light through the broken windows

And the year of the wrecking ball