Derby

A beat-up box is born in the afternoon
A package torn and thrown
Official wheels, 4 nails and a block of wood
And a decal row

We went and bought a builder book today
Even though we know
That Uncle Jed will bring his race car game
And a flag from his last show

Disappeared, they're gone in a flash of sums
Just a graphite plume
Clanks and bolts and hot machinery hums
From down in dad's workroom

The two both hadn't been to talking much
Since the food at Grandpa's wake
But when I head on down to approach them once
I hear 'em laugh and cry like squealing brakes

It's the morning of, we wished for sun
But what we get is broken rain
So they move the plywood track inside
And all the lights look mean again

Thinking all the while I might turn back
When I spot my uncle's face
Then my dad leans in, "Remember, son
They're gonna all fall just the same"

"Whether bricks or a breath, it's 9.8
And it's out of our control"
So I step right up and lift one wheel
And we all three watch it roll
"Whether bricks or a breath, it's 9.8
And it's out of our control"
So I step right up and lift one wheel
And we all three watch it roll
"Whether bricks or a breath, it's 9.8
And it's out of our control"
So I step right up and lift one wheel
And we all three watch it roll



Credits
Writer(s): Bill Sanders, Matthew De Lucia-zeltzer
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