​​song about the family house

[Verse 1]
Watching the floor shake under me quickly
I'm brittle as they come
And my roof is getting old
It can hardly hold the decades I have seen
Even in the sun

[Verse 2]
And how do I keep the living room intact?
Exactly as it was
If I have to commit it
And rebuild it in my memory
There's nothing cruel as the route
Of the truth from your mouth
That I hold close to sentiment
When a moment is undone
But my home is a house
And not any city I've talked about

[Verse 3]
So bury me on Jefferson Street
Replace me with concrete
And all of the stories I'll keep
Between family
It's just me