[Verse] The porch swing creaks beneath the weight, Of memories that won't abate. The thorns of the past, they cling so tight, Scratching at dreams in the dead of night. [Verse 2] A bottle of whiskey, a hollow stare, Echoes of heartache fill the air. Every scar tells a tale of woe, But you can't keep livin' in shadows, you know. [Chorus] So get out, get out of those old bad thoughts, They're chains that rust, but can't be bought. Let the morning sun warm your weary soul, Leave the thorns of the past, let 'em grow cold. [Verse 3] The gravel road leads to nowhere fast, If you’re driving blind with a rear-view cast. The weight of regret can make you old, But love’s still waiting with hands to hold. [Bridge] The rain will fall, and rivers will rise, But don’t let those clouds steal your skies. The thorns may tear, but roots will grow, And life’s a garden, don’t you know? [Chorus] So get out, get out of those old bad thoughts, They're chains that rust, but can't be bought. Let the morning sun warm your weary soul, Leave the thorns of the past, let 'em grow cold.