I worked my fingers to their bones
Sawing wood so that you could stay warm
Until I returned from my time away
Please recall those vows we both swore...
I tore up the countryside
Searching for the thickest tree trunks
Until I returned from overseas land
Saving the remnants of what we planned...
Oh how we had plans:
I'm coming home to keep you safe
I'm coming home to protect our love
I will lay waste to whatever gets in my way
I will fire, reload, push and shove
The forest knows my story too well
The birds have surveyed what was crushed
So many terrible woes, so many lopped off toes
While you were at home making sawdust.
Open your eyes to what has happened
Open your heart to our crushed dreams
Just because I was over there
Did not mean that all was as it seemed
Pour me a stiff one, let me tell you a tale
About how I survived on the memory of us
It rained and it poured and I felt so sore
While you were at home making sawdust.
It rained and it poured and I recalled the vows we swore
While you at home making sawdust.
Refrain from acting rash
You are better off to listen
To what I have to describe
About the sunshine that glistened
Open up your soul to my memory
Open up your heart to our crushed dreams
Hear me now, I am home at last
Carried here by God's sunbeam
I was thinking of you non-stop
While you were at home near the cove
I was crying to myself in the dark
While you danced around the woodstove
I shivered and stuttered and
Hid while I blubbered
About the fact that I was away
While you were at home making sawdust.
Now all the wood's gone,
The heat has been used
I feel so cold inside
Whatever I do, I lose
Tough for me to know
That what we had went bust
While I was giving my all
And you were making sawdust.
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Love and Irritations
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