Gravel Crunches Slow Under the Rolling Truck Wheels

Close, dry, forward

Sparse vocal, wordless in places

Gravel crunches slow under the rolling truck wheels Shadows of the oaks are stretching over the grass Not since the burial have I stood on these steps Hear the banging latch of the old screen door again

Drums enter

Now the shift is done and all the crew has gone home Dusk is driving out the final glow of the sun No more sunny hours left to complete the day's work Only darkness waiting as I turn the front latch

Building

You pull up beside me in the company truck You pass me the brass key through the window and leave Smell of hot tar fades as you drive off down the road No more time to stall before I open the door

Now the shift is done and all the crew has gone home Dusk is driving out the final glow of the sun No more sunny hours left to complete the day's work Only darkness waiting as I turn the front latch Sun has gone away behind the edge of the trees Iron latch clicks shut against the wooden door frame

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