歌词
Between now and quitting time
Between then and six A.M.
Catch me climbing out
Of a deep, deep pit
Hanging on by a threat
That could be cut in an instant
Folks come around and lower buckets
What can a poor kid do to keep busy?
Because I still want to love this little world
I didn’t realize I was hanging out with Mr. Chill
You be real with me and I’ll be real with you
I’ve been picking up heavy things
And putting them down
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Heading out to the bountiful fields
And coming back empty-handed
Back at my place you’ll find
A room full of buckets
What can a poor kid do to keep busy?
Because i still need to love this little world
I can tell you stuff I can’t tell anyone else
Because you don’t threaten to help
I can tell you stuff I can’t tell anyone else
Because you don’t threaten to help