That old house was broken down/and garbage piled up all around/ rusted cars stuffed full of clothes/ and windows cracked and windows closed/ and all us wild boys we'd drive past/ and throw our bottles broken glass/ shattered on the front porch step/ and shattered hearts don't soon forget/ I heard he tore that old place down and watched it fall into dirt/ the walls gave in and made a sound/ a sound like sorrow sin and hurt/ I heard/ of tragedies that can't be named/ of innocence replaced with pain/ the drunken darkening of doors/ the creak of boots upon the floor/ she had him by the back porch shed/ and there were no words to be said/ there in that old house he was raised/ eyes always down/ avoid their gaze/ and righteous neighbours whisper shame/that child of guilt that child of blame/ he grew up broken by a lie/ they said he had his daddy's eyes/ (Chorus) /and we'd all laugh and point and stare/ light up that house with a headlights glare/ that kid just stood out by the trees/ and days moved in waves/ like a field of bees/ (Chorus)/ and that old house bent under weight/ of snow and seasons/ storms and fate/ till all that held had finally fled/but the hollow frame of the back porch shed/ sometimes what's lost cannot be found/ the burdened heart of the broken down/ sometimes I think of that old place/ when I drive by the empty space/ (Chorus)