01 - Empty House
Glinting gems in the concrete I paved, one every couple of feet. They got mixed up in the lime and the sand, nobody noticed but me. How could one little speck make a difference to the rest? Well it doesn’t, no one cared except me. I paid my debt to the hotel unknown, I drove so far out of funds. They kept me up, a family untied, I shared a wall and a secret. I can tell you this much, there is no love when bankrupt, just an empty, gutted house and a grave. I got this limp from a favor I did, some folks don’t like charity. Copper pipe is worth more than you’d think, there ain’t no point blaming me. How could one little speck make a difference to the rest? Well it doesn’t, never will, just like me.