The Rust

Twenty hours he is gone And all the time she's waiting for him When he comes home he's in a terrible state He's just sitting there by the window with his hate A rusty bathtub in the garden Seven cars out in the yard And only one of them is running Life is bountiful in the wilderness, but it is hard It's not a place for new beginnings Everything you make just falls apart Sometimes she thinks it's the rust that eats the soul In the wintertime the sky is burning, purple, orange and gold So on a night like any other She takes her bags out to the car She pauses a minute, then she starts down the road You can get anywhere on a full tank of fuel And on an empty heart It's not a place for new beginnings Everything you make just falls apart The house neglected and forbidding A one-eyed giant 'neeth the stars Who in their right mind would live in it? Just thinking about it breaks your heart One day the paint falls from the ceiling It's hard to tell just when it starts The slow decay and the rust that eats the soul The winter sky burns eternally, while people come and people go