Worn 歌词

The path between a center and a church Hands from an honest day’s work A heart from a world of hurt Worn Marks on a wooden floor Steps to an open door The fabric we fight for Worn So thin you almost see straight through it So precious even when it’s torn I find the finer things worth keeping Are worn The color of a photograph Words from an epitaph The hope that you once had Worn The lines on your mother’s face The Bible that your daddy saved You carried it to his grave Worn So thin you almost see straight through it So precious even when it’s torn I find the finer things worth keeping Are worn So thin you almost see straight through it So precious even when it’s torn I find the finer things worth keeping Are worn The house where it all began Finish of a wedding band You and I together we stand Worn