Weathered Promise

[Verse 1]
Last call hummed low, through wires thin as creosote branches,
Your voice, a distant mesa, clear on the final line.
Said that old porch railing needed fixing, leaned hard from years of chances,
A task you’d get to, given time.

[Chorus]
That weathered promise, carved deep like a riverbed,
A phantom hand still holds the splintered wood.
The desert floor remembers every word you said,
Underneath the dust where the ghost town stood.

[Verse 2]
I pictured rust-red nails, split timber scarred by wind and sun,
Just like the glyphs on canyon walls, worn smooth by seasons passed.
Thought we’d walk those planks again, before your journey's run,
But the shadow stretched too long, the die was cast.

[Bridge]
Maybe every crack and creak was just a fading song,
A map etched in the grain, for me to finally see.
The way you battled time, stood resolute and strong,
A granite vein for all eternity.

[Outro]
Still holds that promise,
Still holds that promise.