Last Grains

Strand Of Oaks

Compositor: Timothy Showalter

Remember when the banks were open
Remember when our money was good
Now we live in basements hiding underneath cellar wood
Trapdoor near the closet, holding our last grains
Water in the back sink, all that we got remains

Oh, its impossible, it’s impossible to leave
But we can’t stay here
Oh, its impossible, it’s impossible to leave
But we can’t stay here

My wife and I keep fighting
She keeps yelling at me
It’s still just the little things
that get caught in between
The kids are disappointed
The neighbors have already left
It’s hard to admit to them
That their dad is just this scared

Oh, its impossible, its impossible to leave
But we can’t stay here
Oh, its impossible, its impossible to leave
But we can’t stay here

All the time I spent with you complaining
About how much little money we had to spend
I should’ve just taken you on vacation when I could
Now its impossible to live right here
It’s impossible to live right here