Worn - Natalie Hemby

The path between a center and a church

Hands from an honest day’s work

A heart from a world of hurt

Worn

Marks on a wooden floor

Steps to an open door

The fabric we fight for

Worn

So thin you almost see straight through it

So precious even when it’s torn

I find the finer things worth keeping

Are worn

The color of a photograph

Words from an epitaph

The hope that you once had

Worn

The lines on your mother’s face

The Bible that your daddy saved

You carried it to his grave

Worn

So thin you almost see straight through it

So precious even when it’s torn

I find the finer things worth keeping

Are worn

So thin you almost see straight through it

So precious even when it’s torn

I find the finer things worth keeping

Are worn

The house where it all began

Finish of a wedding band

You and I together we stand

Worn