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Now he's back again

Still talking through the dust

About money, about the kids

About forty years of digging dirt

Cold coffee and collared shirts

Double threaded under dull light

When your arms won't fold

You're so sick for home

Now you're back again

Walk in through the dust

The same floor holds the same chairs

Bent backs for collared shirts

You breathed dust

Stars shine through tin on plaster

Straight arms won't stop the world

Dust hangs in the dull late light

You're so sick for home

He breathed stone

Breathe