Never got around to finishing this one back in 2014. This concludes my album - 'Scar Tissue'.
The Old House (Part 2)
He'd always thought it was a little bit strange
As time played out, as if on a stage
And all that fire and all that rage
It chilled with age
He'd seen some things, with the ebb and flow
Like new messiahs come and go
And governments, rise and fall
he'd seen it all
He'd played his part in the burning war
to keep the jackboots far from the doors
Tell them all what he has seen
but who's gonna listen now?
They were ripping out the old house
and clearing away the obselete past
Behind the old skirting
they came across some old photograph
A man with his bride on their wedding day
So smart in his uniform he looked the part
And she looked like the queen of his heart
Where was the place that they met
and What kind of lives did they lead
Was he a good man, was she happy
and did he understand
all of her needs
A house that has known all those memories
Every room inside this place could tell a tale
And those times that he held her so tight
and those words that she whispered on their wedding night
from behind her vail
Fifty odd years in this house they spent
Time enough for laughter and tears
Their children, they grew up and they moved away
but it always felt right, through the years
Will he hold her again in the after life
Now that he's passed to the light?
