THE STORE CLOSED YEARS AGO

Name: THE STORE CLOSED YEARS AGO
Duration: 301 s
Description: THE STORE CLOSED YEARS AGO by mBaileyz. He still meets you where the store used to be. A song about the ones who never left, and the ones who did.

a song about home

He still meets you where the store used to be. A song about the ones who never left, and the ones who did.

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Intro

You told me, "Swing by the store when you land." I drove past it twice. All glass and rent signs.

Chorus

The store closed years ago You nod at that door "Meet me where we used to meet" That place ain't there no more The city moved; you held your post Now you guard a ghost

Verse 1

You came down the walk in that old team coat Loose thread on the sleeve, bus card in your phone You knew which front step had the weak third board Which porch kept a key in the red clay pot The barbershop's juice now, plants by the glass You waved through the window like the chairs might wave back You asked for Ray; the new clerk checked the screen Said, "Nobody here by that name works with me" Your hand sign rose when a bike rolled slow The kid flashed peace, then he kept on going You laughed like, "Close enough," tied up your lace Then took the long cut through a short-gone place

Chorus

The store closed years ago You nod at that door "Meet me where we used to meet" That place ain't there no more The city moved; you held your post Now you guard a ghost

Verse 2

We call when a face from the school comes to mind You know who moved north, who did county time Who lost their mom, who got clean, who got ill The one renting back rooms on the far side of Fifth We post from tall homes with two cars in frame Then text, "What happened to old what's-his-name?" You send back a number, no need to be thanked Like you keep our first lives in a box by the bank I said, "You could leave." You looked down at my shoes New white on the soles, old dirt in the grooves Said, "Y'all leave me the map, then ask why I read it" I had a flight home. I let that line beat me

Bridge

Maybe stuck has more than one set of feet Maybe miles make old streets look small We come back when we need proof we were here Then ask why you never left at all

Verse 3

Next day, one black car eased up to the curb You gave it the nod that the young had not learned The glass came down; suit coat, gray at the chin Both called each other names no one says to them For one small grin, all the shops came back The pay phone rang by the laundromat Then the car light changed; he pulled from the lane The juice bar door let two new folks in You said, "I know that store been gone for years I meet right here so the old crew knows where" No plea in your voice, no shame in your stance Just one man on watch while the skyline advanced

Chorus

The store closed years ago You nod at that door We meet you where we used to meet That place ain't there no more The city moved; you held our post We left you with the ghost

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