lynn miles
rust
Every line in your face is a road you've been down It's a freight train you hopped It's a night in a strange town It's a joke that you told, it's a tear that rolled on A sad story you heard, or a lover who's gone.  It's the scars on your hands The hard work that you've done It's the skin that you touched All the wars that you've won. It's the baby you cradled, it's the letters you wrote. It's the time you held on, it's the time you let go.  And the footprints you leave are perfect and deep And your soul is a place that is tough but it's sweet And the shadow you cast is straight and it's true  But the lines and the scars are what I love about you.  The rust in your voice, that's the dust and the rain It's the choices defended again, and again, and again It's the life that you've led It's the friends come and gone It's the highways and the truck stops And the cold grey dawns  And the footprints you leave, they are perfect and deep. And your soul is a place that is tough but it's sweet And the shadow you cast is straight and it's true But the lines and the scars and the rust are what I love About you.