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

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