The Rust

Twenty hours he is gone
And all the time she's waiting for him
When he comes home he's in a terrible state
He's just sitting there by the window with his hate

A rusty bathtub in the garden
Seven cars out in the yard
And only one of them is running
Life is bountiful in the wilderness, but it is hard

It's not a place for new beginnings
Everything you make just falls apart

Sometimes she thinks it's the rust that eats the soul
In the wintertime the sky is burning, purple, orange and gold

So on a night like any other
She takes her bags out to the car
She pauses a minute, then she starts down the road
You can get anywhere on a full tank of fuel
And on an empty heart

It's not a place for new beginnings
Everything you make just falls apart
The house neglected and forbidding
A one-eyed giant 'neeth the stars
Who in their right mind would live in it?
Just thinking about it breaks your heart
One day the paint falls from the ceiling
It's hard to tell just when it starts

The slow decay and the rust that eats the soul
The winter sky burns eternally, while people come and people go