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[Intro] [Verse] Dust motes dance in the light Workbench feels a bit tight The drawer pulls with a squeak Found the things that I seek Old wood and rusted nails Where the memory never fails [Verse] Postcard from eighty-seven Grandpa's version of heaven He misspelled my name twice Gave some fishing advice Brown coffee ring on the edge Left a mark on the ledge [Chorus] Grief is a quiet guest Giving the heart a rest Not a ghost in the hall Just a shadow on the wall We sit in the afternoon sun Now that the work is done [Verse] I was just a small boy With a cheap plastic toy You laughed until you cried With nothing left to hide Your hands were rough and dry Beneath a wide blue sky [Bridge] I smell the cedar wood Wish I’d understood The questions I kept inside With nowhere left to hide Just ink on a faded page Softened by the age [Chorus] Grief is a quiet guest Giving the heart a rest Not a ghost in the hall Just a shadow on the wall We sit in the afternoon sun Now that the work is done [Post-Chorus] It’s okay not to know Watching the shadows grow Just a quiet kind of pain Like a soft summer rain [Verse] I’m thirty-two this year Wish that you could hear The things I never said While we broke our bread But the paper feels warm Safe from any storm [Outro]
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