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[Intro] [Verse] The rain taps the tin Let the morning begin Dust on the workbench Old iron and a wrench Cedar shavings on the floor I don't mind the drafty door [Chorus] He left it all behind The treasures I find In the grain of the oak In the words he never spoke Just a quiet kind of grace In this hollowed-out space [Verse] Tobacco tin full of nails Forgotten maps and dusty trails A pencil stub worn to the bone He built this house alone His fingerprints are everywhere In the chill of the morning air [Pre-Chorus] I touch the cold steel And I start to feel The weight of his hand On this piece of land [Chorus] He left it all behind The treasures I find In the grain of the oak In the words he never spoke Just a quiet kind of grace In this hollowed-out space [Bridge] Maybe he had regrets Like the sun when it sets But he carved out a life Through the struggle and strife No answers found in the wood Though I wish that I could [Verse] The calipers are rusted shut A jagged line, a shallow cut He kept the things he couldn't fix Like old secrets in the mix I put his cap upon my head And remember what he never said [Chorus] He left it all behind The treasures I find In the grain of the oak In the words he never spoke Just a quiet kind of grace In this hollowed-out space [Outro]
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