Loss

Now let me tell you something about my morals

Lean in close and you will hear:

 

When I’m at work I like to work,

Even though my boss might be a jerk

Just hand me them keys and I’ll drive

10,000 miles and back

That’s just the way I am

I’m just a man trying to do the best that I can

It’s just the way that I am

And I hate to say it, but you know I will

you’ll never feel that again

When I’ve got a woman I’ve got one and not 10

Even though I may steal a little glance now and then

And I don’t want to fight But I might

if you don’t stop Fucking with my friends

 

That’s just the way I am

I’m just a man trying to do the best that I can

It’s just the way that I am

And I hate to say it, but you know I will

you’ll never feel that again

and for my family I’ll do what it takes

Even if it means I may break

I’d given my shirt in -15 weather

I’ll give em my pants when it drops another 5

That’s just the way I am

I’m just a man trying to do the best that I can

It’s just the way that I am

And I hate to say it, but you know I will

you’ll never feel that again

Saved

I’m rolling down that river

does that mean that I’ve been saved?

I’ve got my wrinkles, got my scars

so I guess I’m ready to be saved.

If I quit all of my drinkin’

If I stopped pickin’ that lousy fight

If I didn’t kick at the dog anymore

If I knew when I wasn’t right

would it come sliding back to me?

Would it come and wash me away?

Would I find that I am rolling

on the river where the righteous are bathed?

I’m rolling down that river

does that mean that I’ve been saved?

I’ve got all my moments tangled in my hair

So I guess I’m ready to by saved.

If I quit all my cussing

passing by the homeless holding cans

dropped some silver in their buckets

and stopped having one night stands

would it come sliding back to me?

Would it come and wash me away?

Would I find that I am rolling

on the river where the righteous are bathed?

Spring, My Ass

I’m coming down the mountain again

Got my feet hanging out in front of me

I’m comin’ down

Watch out

 

Got my pipe, got my fishing rod

Gunna catch me a big one today

I hunker down

Sleep in the shade

 

Wake up knowing, sun burn on my face

Tuck it away, mark it down

As just another

Wasted day

 

Ah shit I forgot

It’s still winter

Outside there’s still snow on the ground

I couldn’t get up

That ole mountain

If I had a hummer and a really big fuckin’ plow

Ah I must’ve forgot

It’s still winter

Yup.

Still winter.

 

I sleep late, without the covers

Walk down to my bathroom

Naked

As the sun

 

Take a cold shower, maybe take a run

Play some ball, get out my grill

Cooler full of soda

But mostly cheap beer

 

Most importantly, I’ll call off work

And at least think about cutting that lawn

Mark it down

It’s another wasted day

 

Ah shit I forgot

It’s still winter

Outside there’s still snow on the ground

I couldn’t get up

That ole mountain

If I had a hummer and a really big fuckin’ plow

Ah I must’ve forgot

It’s still winter

Yup.

Stand

There’s people outside searching for water,

I’m tired of feeling like just another gladiator

with my eyes set in stone on the horizon.

Wind will shift and set my boat to shore.

My eyes are cast in Iron.

My tears are stitched by the blood of ages.

My resource is the winding river,

and here at my waist I’ll stand in,

I’ll stand in.

Angels taught me how to sing:

using my hands to shelter all of my sins.

Angels taught me how to pay,

but it was faith that taught me how to bleed eternally.

My eyes are cast in Iron.

My tears are stitched by the blood of ages.

My resource is the rolling river,

and here at my waist I’ll stand in,

I’ll stand in.

I guess I’ll strip off this rusty armor.

I don’t want to wear these chains anymore.

I’ll climb into a new castle

and watch you fall from my tallest tower.

My eyes are cast in Iron.

My tears are stitched by the blood of ages.

My resource is the turning river,

and here at my waist I’ll stand in,

I’ll stand in.

clouds keep me down

I pulse

and leave sweat where I shouldn’t

my troubles begin with hands

and leave with compulsion

and I squint past the sun

trying to hide my older wrinkles