Uncommon Nasa - Your Hands Will Turn to Rust

Hands gently held, but a strong armed tug
Pulls me through puddles like life saving
To the degree I'll never know
Cold but wet, dreary
Teary eyes and smiles
It's just nature, learning my nature
Being spoken to, but really it's just a performance
It helps my relevance in a pencil eraser
At a time when how you held your pen was important and formative
The rubber of rain jackets smelled so much like rubber then
Three months every Summer but it felt like ten
Sun made sneezes, long walks to places
Deep greens like leaves in the Fall
Sometimes I'm surprised that I can remember it at all

And then my mom said
If you touch that fence your hands will turn to rust
Your hands will turn to rust!

The model of Modell's, a church citizen
Quiet as kept, shy and pale
But a star at night, singing over the sewer
Under me frogs chirping, ruined
Fluid like the Dairy Barn with no car
I can't see far, just down a hall that seemed long
I met Gloria
This story is much simpler
It involves an escalator and love
Love driven by fear without loved ones near
Loving stares and calm
The drama ends and I'm reaching for that fence
Until I feel my arm wrenched
Dust it off, the rust fell off
And my hand gently held

And then my mom said
If you touch that fence your hands will turn to rust
Your hands will turn to rust!

Written by:
Dan Zunikoff, Paul Loverro

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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