There's a feeling you get
When there's nothing left
Nothing left that was yours
Yours and your mothers
Your brothers and two uncles
But it doesn't belong to any of you
Anymore
The shed wavers in the wind
The wood rotten and shaking with every
Breath that sweet Earth would blow
Handles of shovels are rusted inside
Cobwebs been drowned by now, not surprised
It's been a wet, wet winter
None of this ever was mine
You hung a basket out the window of your second floor bedroom
Tied to a rope with a bell
And you'd drop notes inside for your best friend to find
When she lived only right down the hill
Tell her you love her and miss her
And hope she'd come outside
Cause it would get lonely
In that house with bloodlines