Lost and Found Blues

Lyrics

[Verse]
Lance down at the hardware store, got somethin' on his mind,
Always tossin' treasures, in the bin for someone to find.
The cycle counters curse his name, lots of work without a sound,
Always findin' trinkets, in that old lost and found.

[Verse 2]
Got a broken pocket watch, from Granddad's time gone by,
A silver locket, with a picture makes you cry.
Cowboy boots with worn out soles, nobody ‘round to claim,
Lance just keeps on addin' things, drivin' the counters insane.

[Chorus]
Why, oh why, does Lance keep throwin’ stuff away?
Day after day, the counters work without much pay.
Endless piles of memories, strewn all over town,
Lance keeps addin' more and more, to that old lost and found.

[Verse 3]
An old guitar with busted strings, never played a tune,
Faded photos from the fair, two young kids in June.
A baseball mitt with holes to mend, a dog-eared paperback,
Cycle counters sort it out, hopin' Lance don't come back.

[Verse 4]
The lost and found's a treasure trove, of stories tucked away,
Things that folks let slip their minds, now it’s the counters' dismay.
Old Lance just smiles and waves goodbye, as he steps on out the door,
Leaving them with all his weight, just like every day before.

[Chorus]
Why, oh why, does Lance keep throwin’ stuff away?
Day after day, the counters work without much pay.
Endless piles of memories, strewn all over town,
Lance keeps addin' more and more, to that old lost and found.