Testo Walnut street Drew Kennedy

Walnut street

I've got a little house on Walnut Street
The nights are quiet and the morning's sweet
I got an old wood floor beneath my feet
That somebody's grandfather built

I bet he used to keep his Lucky Strikes on this windowsill
While he planed and worked that wood until
He made silk from the yellow pine
I've got a paper that says this house is mine
But it ain't, it belongs to time

And when morning's at the window
Sometimes I swear this old room glows
And somewhere between what you can and cannot see
That old man is here

The neighbor lady sings all day long
She only stops at night just to start at dawn
And I swear she only knows about three songs
But I find myself singing to one of her sad old country tunes
It reminds me of an afternoon
When I was a kid and it was Saturday
Just me and my dad drivin' out to the lake
Oh but now he's just so far away

And when morning's at the window
Sometimes I swear this old room glows
And somewhere between what you can and cannot see
He's right here

Last night I dreamed that I could fly
If I held my arms just right I'd stay treetop high
Hell I may just be a bird sometimes
Hanging right above it all
A bird with a sad and lonesome call
And at any moment I might fall, for you again

And when morning's at the window
Sometimes I swear this old room glows
And somewhere between what you can and cannot see
She's still here