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