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[Intro] [Verse] Cedar wood and heavy dust Hinges red with quiet rust Pulling out the folded white Catching all the morning light Grandma’s hands in every thread Things she did and never said [Chorus] A paper scrap from fifty-seven A little piece of highway heaven Tucked inside the linen lace I can almost see her face Smallest joys that no one knew Woven in the gold and blue [Post-Chorus] Oh, the stories she kept While the whole world slept In the cedar and the pine Frozen in a line [Verse] Yellowed edges, faded ink Makes a person stop and think Kansas City, one-way fare Summer heat and humid air Did she whistle to the radio? Where did all those miles go? [Chorus] A paper scrap from fifty-seven A little piece of highway heaven Tucked inside the linen lace I can almost see her face Smallest joys that no one knew Woven in the gold and blue [Bridge] Sunbeams dance on kitchen tiles Stretching out for miles and miles Gingham curtains, soft and frayed In the house that kindness made Crickets hum a distant tune Underneath a ghost of moon [Breakdown] Softly, softly, the guitar plays Through the haze of yesterday’s Gentle touch and quiet grace In this holy, hollow space [Verse] Hand-embroidered petals bloom In this quiet, empty room She kept the secret in the fold Better than a pot of gold A simple life, a hidden spark Leaving light within the dark [Chorus] A paper scrap from fifty-seven A little piece of highway heaven Tucked inside the linen lace I can almost see her face Smallest joys that no one knew Woven in the gold and blue [Post-Chorus] Oh, the stories she kept While the whole world slept In the cedar and the pine Frozen in a line [Outro]
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