Pressure Machine

We met dragging Main at Spanish Fork.

And he wasn't moving away from here,

so it wasn't really—

And we could build a house here. But—

Hope'll set your eyes agleam

Like four feet dangling in the stream

But the Kingdom of God, it's a pressure machine

Every step, gotta keep it clean

A mattress on a hardwood floor

Who could ever ask for more?

I'll get up and cut the grass

Ain't nothing wrong with working class

I, I don't remember the last time you asked how I was

Don't you feel the time slipping away?

It ain't funny at all

It's gonna break your heart one day

Keep the debt cloud off the kids

Only sunshine on their lids

Jiminy Cricket and Power Wheels

And memories of Happy Meals

Sometimes I look at the stars

And think about how small we are

Sweating it out in the pressure machine

Good till the last drop

Why don't you say little things?

Butterflies don't just dance on a string

It feels like you clipped all their wings

And every year goes by faster than the one before

We've had that treadmill now for months

I think she might've used it once

If I shut my mouth and keep the peace

She'll cook my eggs in bacon grease

Life'll grow you a big red rose

Then rip it from beneath your nose

Run it through the pressure machine

And spit you out a name tag memory