Abandoned on the side of the road The wind picks up, and I'm breathing in memories Pictures that aren't mine, from decades left behind And folks sitting in the chairs by the table upstairs The red tin roof casts shade over the ghosts It ain't rainin', but I hear the pouring water boast 'Cause beneath the face of the broken barn And the weathered wood where the glory stood There's a story of a farmer and the seeds he sowed He conquered the elements to provide for his own Today, I feel his spirit in the overgrowth Cars drive by, and boy, they go slow Still, kicking up the dust and the rust above the window Tears in my eyes, imagining the times And the lives of the family who loved this man so The storms pass by and cast shadows on the fields It ain't rainin', but there's relief here that heals 'Cause beneath the face of the broken barn And the weathered wood where the glory stood There's a story of a farmer and the seeds he sowed He conquered the elements to provide for his own Today, I feel his spirit in the overgrowth As I go biking down the road I feel his soul run through my spokes As I go biking down the road I feel his soul run through my spokes As I go biking down the road I feel his soul run through my spokes