The new building is built There's a pond and a new shed too While nobody is buried in the soil I hear the ghosts of the man who built what was taken down My father when he was my age, another teenage douchebag just like me, he runs along the woods here Walking along with them is a strange and unfitting ending to all thats been accumulated An entire childhood and weekend trips with the wife and kids spent here like dimes in the rotting store down the bumpy gravel road Walking on an extremely uncomfortable cold morning, on another family's property She goes back to the car early because it is too frigid to stand with your husband for a few minutes while he says goodbye to a third of his life I stand and have empathy for the melancholy calm I know they miss their mom and dad especially right now One of the last pillars of an old life taken down