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[Intro] [Verse] Sweat on my brow in a crawl space sky Fixing the fan while the dust flies high Found a blue binder by a stack of old news Hiding in the shadows and the attic blues Flipped to a page of some Technicolor dreams Stitched together at the Kodachrome seams There’s a screen door swinging on a rusted out hinge And a kid in a cape on a soda pop binge [Pre-Chorus] Banjo starts picking a lighter tune Lemonade dripping in the heat of June Polaroid borders turning yellow and gold A story of a life that never got old [Chorus] Is that what it feels like to finally arrive? Just a simple kind of magic keeping hope alive Between the attic dust and the summer haze I’m just a man counting down his days Till I’m sitting by the water in a chair of my own Turning these strangers’ memories into a home [Post-Chorus] Yeah, into a home Just a little bit of gold In the attic cold [Break] [Verse] A '72 Chevy with a dent in the door A woman in a sundress I haven't seen before She’s laughing at a man with a spatula in hand King of the grill in his own backyard land Fireflies starting to blink in the tall grass Holding onto moments that were meant to last I see the quiet triumphs in a blurry frame People I don't know but I love 'em just the same [Pre-Chorus] Ice in a pitcher making sweat on the glass Watching the seasons and the shadows pass I can almost smell the charcoal and the pine Wondering if that feeling could ever be mine [Chorus] Is that what it feels like to finally arrive? Just a simple kind of magic keeping hope alive Between the attic dust and the summer haze I’m just a man counting down his days Till I’m sitting by the water in a chair of my own Turning these strangers’ memories into a home [Bridge] I’m saving every paycheck, every overtime hour Checking every furnace and every cooling tower There’s a little white cottage on the edge of the blue Where the light hits the porch just like it used to do In a picture from a time when the world felt small Yeah, I’m gonna find a way to have it all [Solo] [Verse] Tucked the book back under the eaves Wiped the attic soot right off of my sleeves Client asked if the unit was running okay I said "Yeah, it's gonna be a beautiful day" Drove my truck out past the edge of the town To the spot where the sun starts to settle down Saw the lake glimmer like a silver ring And I could almost hear the 70s sing [Chorus] Is that what it feels like to finally arrive? Just a simple kind of magic keeping hope alive Between the attic dust and the summer haze I’m just a man counting down his days Till I’m sitting by the water in a chair of my own Turning these strangers’ memories into a home [Outro]
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