Ryan Racine - Small Lyrics

This old house on this old street
It was here before me It'll be here when I leave
And it won't laugh and it won't grieve
This old house on this old street

That little room up the stairs
It's heard the love, it's heard the prayers
And when I'm gone, it won't care
That little room on up the stairs

I know every creaky board and stubborn window
Every trouble fuse and crack in every wall
But I don't know how it came to feel so lonesome
But it's age can make me feel so god damn small
Thought I was part of something bigger but there's nothing at all

This old roof and these old floors
Won't leave a trace of me or those that came before
When they take my bones on out the door
Between this old roof and these old floors