When It Comes To Be

When It Comes To Be Lyrics by Mack Hollowpoint Arrangement by M.H.B It smelled like the go kart track back in seventy eight Warm oil rising off the floor like it never left the place Old man rolled up in golf clothes pulling that kart he used to race Said he hoped his grandson'd feel the wind he used to chase Stove heat pushing out the damp Miller bottles sweating gold Radio cracking up The Gambler Like the room remembered old First we find one hell of a good story Then sometime round midnight we find a song Dust settles where the truth gets heavy Nights like this are where it all belongs He set his hand upon the frame like he was touching younger days Didn’t need to say a word, the look already gave him away Money never changed the boy who learned his lessons in the clay Good ole roots don’t wash off easy, they just hide beneath the gray Stove glow painting up his sleeve Old tools hanging on the wall Every bolt we turned that evening Felt like time refusing fall First we find one hell of a good story Then sometime round midnight we find a song Dust settles where the truth gets heavy Nights like this are where it all belongs Grandson’s name hung in the air Like a promise still unsaid Tradition riding on a frame And all the miles still ahead First we find one hell of a good story Then sometime round midnight we find a song Dust rising from the years behind us And every piece of it still belongs Yeah it was like nineteen seventy eight And every moment held the date