Wabi-Sabi

Some things get rusty
Some things get old
Some things get more beautiful
As the years they roll
Like your Grandpa’s faded photographs
Like a dusty fishing pole
They’ve got wabi-sabi soul
Wabi-sabi wabi-sabi
They’ve got wabi-sabi soul
Treat them like friends
'Cause they’re as good as gold
They’ve got wabi-sabi soul
Like an old creaking rocking chair
Sitting on a porch
Like a red barn in a wheatfield
That the sun has scorched
Like the Statue of Liberty holding up her torch
She’s got wabi-sabi soul
Like a medicine bottle
Sprung up from the ground
Like a horseshoe
An old nickel
That your sister found
Like a pocket watch
Like a wagon wheel
That still spin around
They’ve got wabi-sabi soul