And here's a thought A secret thing Fate that this old house can sing Underneath the weight of god Standing for the will of men You'll come for dinner Listen good Songs for all that lived in it The years it stood And here's a bunch An empty fix Memories will not exist Only in the room upstairs Where she slept and slept some more In ending rafters, the patient wood A goal still hiding, had seen so many, Go before in the years it stood Engine flame Will take you away Where is away? It's wavering You're wavering A gift is given Repeated now The pa**ive torture of smoke and wood It brings a perfect linger The years it stood