I'm fascinated by the worn
Transformed by pressure over time
The broken-in, familiar, torn
Possessions in their comfy prime
My favorite jacket, shoes, my car
Books with shredded, broken spines
Bodies and necks of my guitars
Each nick and crack have made them mine
The rain and wind have shown
What you thought you planned gets rearranged
Even mountains aren't set in stone
We should celebrate, things change
Your favorite couch has formed to you
As you sit and read and watch TV
Your paths get sketched out by your shoes
Every step you take draws the line more clearly
Rosaries and worry beads
Rubbed to a shine by nervous, wringing hands
Scars and tattoos are what you need
To make you you, lead you from where you began
The rain and wind have shown
What you thought you planned gets rearranged
Even mountains aren't set in stone
We should celebrate, things change
I'm fascinated by the worn
The rain and wind have shown
What you thought you planned gets rearranged
Even mountains aren't set in stone
We should celebrate, things change