You Will Hear That Rusty

Close, dry, forward

You will drag the camp stove out beneath the roof line When the power grid goes down again this morning Dripping sour house air smelling like a soaked rag While the distant thunder vibrates in the flooring

Drums enter

You can feed the whole house with a tiny blue flame Knowing almost every trick in this plain kitchen game

You will hear that rusty engine down the alley As the sky starts dropping sheets of warmish rain Metal handles burn your fingers if touched today While you try to wash the mould out of the drain

Your best buddy steps right up to help you simmer Slaps a folded paper bill upon the crate Says take cash to pay for gas and for your trouble Then decides to stay right here and grab a plate

You can feed the whole house with a tiny blue flame Knowing almost every trick in this plain kitchen game

You will hear that rusty engine down the alley As the sky starts dropping sheets of warmish rain Metal handles burn your fingers if touched today While you try to wash the mould out of the drain

You will watch the steam rise up into the rafters Hearing voices echoing along the hall Standing where the air carries so far this morning Knowing nobody is walking out at all

Building into a Chorus peak in the final third

You will hear that rusty engine down the alley As the sky starts dropping sheets of warmish rain Metal handles burn your fingers if touched today While you try to wash the mould out of the drain You will feed the whole house in the gray light glowing Knowing that your friend has no design on going

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