Timber-Eaves

I leave my thinking and my family at home To work the timber till my arms get numb I will be gone some day All my dreams and all my pain Those twisted visions of your own home town Those countless workers with their heads bowed down And I can see myself Cleaning gardens at that old hotel And I want to give you everything you deserve And relieve you of those pressures that you feel And as the cold comes and covers the minds I want to know that your body is real It's dark in the day and black in the night I got no money but I'll be allright Give me a 'come' and I'll work for number I'll fix your dream for a price Them boys up the street they would steal for their hunger What did you do with their lifes I pick the splinters from my fingers to find How many worries on my days and mind So I can hold my own The real reason why men must grow I want to give you everything you deserve And relieve you of those pressures that you take And as we dine on the bones of our beds We will discover what the music can make And all my mind knows we face I'm only telling us to leave this place Give me a 'come' and I work for number I'll fix your dreams for a price Them boys up the street they would steal for their hunger What did you do with their lifes Oh play me a song and I'll pay you in liquor And taste like you're wasting your time Old man crying on the bank by the river Says goodbye to his children and wife Goodbye One day the words I'll speak All mean nothing to me No