From the recording All That Shines
Lyrics
Subtle reminder of things that used to be
That Goodyear swing still hanging in the tree
Even though the weeds have overgrown
There's no one left there to man the wheel
And I'm chasing ghosts across an open field
And I know they've got nowhere to go
The paint that peels left naked to the sun
And the rot that's taking over will be years before it's done
Nothing grows when it's fourteen below