LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeQuiet, Heavy Dreams
Mighty long shifts are for workingHeavy dreams are for toting aroundLet's pretend there's a place to goWhere I can lay this hacksaw downAnd I've been trying all my damndestTo get where a kind woman liesTen more hours to a twelve long shift'Til these woods turn to her eyesThe timber cuts so cleanlyMonday morning when the blades are sharpI get a love song stuck in my headAnd cut sequoia 'til it's darkIf every hour's fourteen dollars or a chance closer to herThen I'm not just a working mule, I'm the finest of the herdAnd I don't know who she is or if she might existBut if she does I swear to love I'm destined for that kissHow's a man get so homesickFor a face he's never seen?I close my eyes while sweatingAnd think of boys I could've beenBut I know that it's not over'Cause I feel her here somewhereThrough these trees and melodiesThat I'm belting to the airIf every hour's fourteen dollars or a chance closer to itThe man I thought I'd be when I was just a kidSo I'll just saw away and let the maul fall to the groundHope to heaven someone hears meEven though no ones aroundMighty long shifts are for workingQuiet dreams are for toting aroundLet's pretend there's a place to goWhere I can lay this hacksaw down
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