Lyrics

Close the lid on the toolbox, put the nails in a jar~ Play that old Hank he had on in the car~The wind in the chimney blows dust in your eye~While you sweep out the ashes from the old man’s last fire~The wall clock’s wound tight, the key’s still in the notch~And there’s a glass on the counter and a bottle of Scotch~It still smells like pipesmoke over there where he sat~ You said, I’ll see you later, today you came back~There’s a book on the nightstand with a folded-down page~ And a note on the rolltop: “Call the drugstore today”~The fiddle’s on the back porch with a new set of strings~It’s a haunted old house now, full of last things~His wallet’s on the dresser, ten 20’s, three 1’s~And a picture of you before you moved on~Take the silver, sell the china, put the clothes in a sack~You said, I’ll see you later, today you came back~The wind in the chimney blows dust in your eye~ You hear your name in the rain, you turn to reply~Too late, just missed him, there’s his hat~ You said, I’ll see you later, today you came back