歌词
Mighty long shifts are for working
Heavy dreams are for toting around
Let's pretend there's a place to go
Where I can lay this hacksaw down
And I've been trying all my damnedest
To get where a kind woman lies
Ten more hours to a twelve long shift
'Til these woods turn to her eyes
The timber cuts so cleanly
Monday morning when the blades are sharp
I get a love song stuck in my head
And cut sequoia 'til it's dark
If every hour's 14 dollars or a chance closer to her
Then I'm not just a working mule, I'm the finest of the herd
And I don't know who she is or if she might exist
But if she does, I swear to love, I'm destined for that kiss
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How's a man get so homesick
For a face he's never seen?
I close my eyes while sweating
And think of boys I could've been
But I know that it's not over
'Cause I can feel her here somewhere
Through these trees and melodies
That I'm belting to the air
If every hour's 14 dollars or a chance closer to it
The man I thought I'd be when I was just a kid
So I'll just saw away and let them all fall to the ground
Hope to heaven someone hears me
Even though no one's around
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Mighty long shifts are for working
Quiet dreams are for toting around
Let's pretend there's a place to go
Where I can lay this hacksaw down