[Intro - organ and piano bass alone, slow build] [Verse 1 - declaimed, brushes on drums] Wednesday morning, I'm back at the vault once more Wednesday morning, same as the week before I worked all week for six, and one is all I get And what it gives ain't ever what I came for [Chorus - organ swells, voice opens up] The vault don't love me Six to look at, one to keep I'll run it again Lord, I'll run it again The vault don't love me [Verse 2 - declaimed, organ figures between lines] Twenty keys deep and my hands have gone cold Twenty keys deep, doing what I'm told I swing a hammer for a light I don't own And I'm still swinging something two tiers old [Instrumental - long organ solo, pedal steel answers once, drums on ride] [Verse 3 - declaimed, slower, organ cascades] Boots for a spec that I have never played A ring I had already, one point to the good A blade for a pair of hands I never made And I took the one, because you take the one [Spoken section - voice alone over piano bass] There's a bar on a screen with my name on it And a number beside the name It doesn't roll from what I need It rolls from everything that place can drop I have let that decide what kind of evening I had A hundred Wednesdays now Nobody made me do that [Chorus - shouted, drums on sticks, full band] The vault don't love me Six to look at, one to keep I'll run it again Lord, I'll run it again And I'll be back next Wednesday with my hand on that same vault The vault don't love me [Outro - organ alone, fades into room noise]
