To Hope’s Rundown Paper Shack  (B. Crouch)
	To Hope’s rundown paper shack fire makes everything new Carbon celebrating the wind Fading images of you but here comes the rain When you cannot leave but you just need to go Want to be deceived but you just need to know Used to believe but a mind needs to grow You know what to do; you don’t need to be told He had his regrets and not just a few Got a job, bought a care and a house with a view For a trophy wife he traded his youth From the top of the world there’s just one thing to do Lived his whole life never left his home town A sweetheart from school, had a kid, settled down Drunk every night at the Stillwater Inn Driving home, eyes closed, winding road he’s back again Born with everything but a single concern Unscarred and, thus, weak. How else can you learn? Not born with a soul. No, that’s one thing you earn Don’t be weak. Just this once light a match, let it burn