Her Apron Still Hangs on the Nail

Lyrics

The house is sold, the boxes packed
The truck is parked outside
Her apron still hangs on the nail
Where it's hung since the day she died
I've lifted every chair and lamp
And every picture frame
But I can't take that faded cloth
It's too full of her name

Her apron still hangs on the nail
Flour dust and a yellow rose
I can't take it down, I can't leave it here
Where the whole world goes
Every Sunday of my life
She wore it like a crown
Her apron still hangs on the nail
And I can't take it down

There's a recipe card in her hand
In the drawer beside the stove
Beef and barley, salt and thyme
And a line that says "with love"
I tried it once the week she left
It came out bland and gray
And I realized she'd stirred a little
Of herself in every day

Her apron still hangs on the nail
Flour dust and a yellow rose
I can't take it down, I can't leave it here
Where the whole world goes
Every Sunday of my life
She wore it like a crown
Her apron still hangs on the nail
And I can't take it down

Maybe I'll fold it small and slow
And tuck it in the dash
Ride with it down the interstate
Past every mile we passed
Maybe that's the way it works
You carry what you love
Through the long dark and the dawn
With the porch light up above

I take it down and hold it close
It still smells like her kitchen
And I drive away at last
Down the road we used to wish in

Her apron hangs beside me now
Flour dust and a yellow rose
I carry her down every road
Wherever the highway goes
Every Sunday of my life
She wore it like a crown
Her apron rides along with me
And I won't take it down

Rides along with me
Rides along