I’ve got a car doesn’t run anymore
Plants growing up through the rusted metal floor
And I think something may be living in the back
When it snows I see tracks
Wiling my time inside
These days it’s hard to be dry
I’m taking pictures of my grandfather’s tools
Set ‘em up on the wobbly wooden stool
Adjust the lighting shoot and put ‘em back
Sit in the chair where he once sat
Trying my best to comply
These days it’s hard to be dry
If there is something like a message in this place
It’s either hiding or has long since been erased
Still I understand how it holds such allure
There’s history in this air
Somehow I’m still surprised
These days it’s hard to be dry
These days it’s hard to be dry
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