Dedicated to Kevin McCarthy
A song about an old Victorian house...
this Grand Old Painted lady
she's faded and she's tired
she's a dying man all out of will
just a remnant of desire
of a ship that set sail on a dream and a prayer and a wing
she's sagging like a scrap book
under the weight of memory
there are rooms deep in her heart
the light no longer sees
her windows have grown dark and deaf
and the bell no longer rings
there's a time to toe the line
there's a time to run the horses
there's a time to draw the blinds
and there's a time
to cut your losses
her hearth once held a fire
now it's a cold and an evil flame
and the papers yellow on the lawn
all the white paints gone to grey
liars cons and hucksters and vagrants
squat in the decay
there's a time to toe the line
there's a time to run the horses
there's a time to draw the blinds
and there's a time
to cut your losses
she was built on the beam of freedom
and stood through the civil war
she will sink into this earth
for not knowing what she's standing for
there's a time to draw the line
there's a time to tie the horses
there's a time to shut the blinds
and there's a time
to cut your losses
cut your losses
Written by Roger Street Friedman
Produced by Larry Campbell
Roger Street Friedman - Acoustic Guitars and Vocals
Larry Campbell - Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel, Mandolin, Background Vocal
Jim Toscano - Drums and Percussion
Matt Schneider - Bass
Lucy Kaplansky - Background Vocal
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