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Borrowed Tools, Borrowed Trust

Intro Morning lays its hand on the fence Tin cups ringing, nails in the wind We don’t ask much, we just begin Verse 1 There’s a shovel by the porch with a name rubbed thin Handle smooth where a thousand palms have been We trade it like a story, pass it down the lane A quiet kind of currency, no one keeps the change Old Mrs. Carter’s ladder leans into the sky And comes back home by supper, like a promise satisfied If you need a little help, you don’t have to explain Just leave the door unlatched, let the kindness in like rain Build Up Every plank we raise, every stone we set Has a shadow of a favor we ain’t paid back yet Chorus Borrowed tools, borrowed trust Hands in the soil, hearts in the dust No paper trail, no tally marks Just lantern light and after-dark We build this place on what we lend And what we never say we meant Borrowed tools, borrowed trust Holdin’ together, because we must Interlude Verse 2 A kettle on the stove for whoever’s runnin’ late A patch on a sleeve that somebody else sewed straight There’s a boy learnin’ patience with a borrowed saw And a father learnin’ mercy from the way we don’t keep score When the creek takes the bridge and the road turns mean We show up in our work boots, like it’s always been No speeches, no banners, just a nod and a grin And the same worn-out hammer, startin’ over again Build Up If you listen close, you can hear it in the grain All the unsaid thank yous, holdin’ up the frame Chorus Borrowed tools, borrowed trust Hands in the soil, hearts in the dust No paper trail, no tally marks Just lantern light and after-dark We build this place on what we lend And what we never say we meant Borrowed tools, borrowed trust Holdin’ together, because we must Break Bridge Someday I’ll leave my boots by the door for the last time And someone will step into ’em, walk my worn-in lines If there’s any debt I’m carryin’, let it fall like snow Let it melt into the river, let it feed what grows ’Cause the truest kind of payment is a hand when you’re alone And the truest kind of neighbor is the one who feels like home Build Up So if my hands are empty, I still got enough To give what I was given, to keep this circle shut Chorus Borrowed tools, borrowed trust Hands in the soil, hearts in the dust No paper trail, no tally marks Just lantern light and after-dark We build this place on what we lend And what we never say we meant Borrowed tools, borrowed trust Holdin’ together, because we must Outro Morning lays its hand on the fence And the shovel waits, where it always is We don’t own much—still, we live like this