Repetition has its way Of working on a frail man’s figure; And the revelations and fires today, Tomorrow were a common cinder. Well I wake up with a nail… And in my hand there is a hammer; To drive the iron in the hole and give you something to remember. For where I fell there was no body; No witness there to cry out “timber.” I left a leaf, a parting gift- A little note returned to sender And on it m, all that here was wrote- Forget me now, forgive me Never’. I settled with the dust of a thousand weary rambler’s bones; Forgotten as the speeches Of all those so close to leavin’ So close to believin’ Something more was waiting But me, I’m just barely hangin’ on. I’ve been told That I’ve been blessed; The weight of the crown , Its heaviness Is pressing down, I must confess But baby I don’t need your forgiveness And I can bleed like all the rest I can smell the blood on your dress Iron and smoke. I rust, I choke I’ve been told not to dwell on death But it’s the only place I can find rest. I settled with the dust of a…. Of a thousand weary rambler’s bones; Forgotten as the speeches Of all those so close to leavin’ So close to believin’ Something more was waiting But me, I’m just barely hangin’ on…. The world it falls on me But I don’t worry about the weight. How I called for thee, You said, Boy, you have to wait. Blame faulty wiring, or and honest mistake, But for all my wandering, I wonder— What will my steps make? Before I retired I started a fire. I focused on the flames—- God bless the little things. I hope, I hope He will accept- My verbal offerings. You let me in, I let you down. You let me in, I let you down.
