The 1978 Fold

[Intro]
[Verse]
Sawdust on the concrete floor
I don't go there much no more
Old jars of mismatched screws
Singing those workshop blues
Smell of cedar and motor oil
Years of honest, heavy toil
[Verse]
Sorting through the rusted bins
Where the quiet grief begins
Found a drill case on the shelf
Hiding secrets from itself
Yellow plastic, cracked and old
Keeping stories left untold
[Pre-Chorus]
I pried the heavy latch away
To see what the silence had to say
Forty years of dust and grime
Frozen in a different time
[Chorus]
A crumpled page of faded blue
With a "sorry" meant for you
The ink is getting thin
Letting the silence in
Some regrets never fade away
They just wait for another day
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, they wait
Just a little too late
[Break]
[Verse]
It was dated seventy-eight
Written before it was too late
Addressing a friend named Jim
About a debt he owed to him
Just a fight about a fence
That never made much sense
[Verse]
He kept the note right here
Tucked away for forty years
Too much pride to lick the stamp
By the glow of the workbench lamp
Now the wood is soft and rot
Forgetting what the man forgot
[Chorus]
A crumpled page of faded blue
With a "sorry" meant for you
The ink is getting thin
Letting the silence in
Some regrets never fade away
They just wait for another day
[Bridge]
The mailbox is down the lane
But Jim is gone with the rain
I'm holding a ghost's hand
In this empty, quiet land
Regret is a heavy tool
For a stubborn, aging fool
[Breakdown]
I fold the paper back
Along the yellowed crack
Put it in the rusted case
In its lonely, dark place
[Chorus]
A crumpled page of faded blue
With a "sorry" meant for you
The ink is getting thin
Letting the silence in
Some regrets never fade away
They just wait for another day
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, they wait
Just a little too late
[Outro]