New Wood Handle

[Verse 1]
The Mister Lincoln thorns dug into my thumb.
First light Tuesday, learned to do what must be done.
Sanded down the hickory 'til it fit my palm just so,
for the shovel that you broke out where the tough weeds grow.

[Chorus]
If I replace the splintered parts and make the steel feel new,
is the tool that turns the earth the same one that you knew?

[Verse 2]
Built that bookshelf for the kitchen wall, all fresh-cut pine.
Its shadow covers up the water damage line.
I learned the words to all those singers you put on.
You said, "That old sad stuff just makes the silence long."

[Chorus]
If I replace the splintered parts and make the structure new,
is the house that holds our quiet still the one that held you too?

[Bridge]
Last night by the screen door, just after the storm had quit,
the air smelled clean as ozone, and for a second I forgot it.

[Chorus]
When I replace the bitter parts and pray the grain holds true,
is the man who wakes beside you still the one who crossed with you?

[Outro]
Dime, mi amor.
Is it still true?