[Verse 1] You set the lamp beside the worn oak chair Brass filings gather like dust in the air One careful stroke, then another in line The small work keeps its own kind of time [Chorus] Eight coins turning in the palm of your hand Day by day, you learn where to stand No grand arrival, no borrowed acclaim Just the steady heat of making a name [Verse 2] You measure twice where the edge meets the grain Rub out the mark, then begin it again The first try falters, the next one holds A patient hand makes a bright thing from old [Chorus] Eight coins turning in the palm of your hand Day by day, you learn where to stand No grand arrival, no borrowed acclaim Just the steady heat of making a name [Instrumental Break: expressive bent-note blues guitar solo trading phrases with dubby psychedelic keys] [Bridge] What you tend, you become What you shape, carries on Every hour leaves a trace Every flaw can teach your hands [Final Chorus] Eight coins turning in the palm of your hand Day by day, you know where you stand No grand arrival, your own work can claim The steady heat that has carried your name [Outro] One more stroke, and set it aside The craft stays with you; the years will decide
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