The Workbench Letter

[Intro]\n\n[Verse]\nSawdust dancing in the sun\nSanding down a fifty-one\nFound a letter in the pine\nFaded ink and shaky line\n\n[Verse]\nSun-bleached wood and rusted nails\nTelling all those lonesome tales\nWorkman's hands and cedar smell\nStories that the hammers tell\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nYellow paper, blue-inked heart\nTearing my quiet world apart\nShe was waiting for a train\nIn the middle of the rain\n\n[Chorus]\nSome words are meant to be found\nHidden deep within the ground\nLove is a slow-burning flame\nCarved inside an old oak frame\nI drove the long road back to her\nTo tell her who we really were\n\n[Verse]\nShe sat upon a porch of white\nIn the fading summer light\nI handed her that wrinkled page\nSoftened by the hand of age\n\n[Verse]\nShe smiled and whispered through a tear\n"My boy was always living here"\nJust a block or two away\nLiving in the light of day\n\n[Pre-Chorus]\nDusty jukebox plays the blues\nIn those worn-out leather shoes\nHe was just across the street\nWhere the gravel and the asphalt meet\n\n[Chorus]\nSome words are meant to be found\nHidden deep within the ground\nLove is a slow-burning flame\nCarved inside an old oak frame\nI drove the long road back to her\nTo tell her who we really were\n\n[Bridge]\nSteel guitar begins to moan\nNo one has to be alone\nTime is just a grain of wood\nIf we understood it like we should\nFifty years of silence broke\nIn a cloud of chimney smoke\n\n[Solo]\n\n[Chorus]\nSome words are meant to be found\nHidden deep within the ground\nLove is a slow-burning flame\nCarved inside an old oak frame\nI drove the long road back to her\nTo tell her who we really were\n\n[Post-Chorus]\nBack to her\nWho we were\nIn the grain of the wood\nUnderstood\n\n[Outro]