The piano agrees with itself,
And the cantor whistles sweetly.
ButI’ve just got my morning voice
And a brain too tired for reading
The little differences in the
Songs that I grew up with.
Struggling just to sing along,
A working class musician.
Working hard for who knows what,
I don't know what I'm working for.
Can God tie a knot that even
He can’t undo?
When I laugh I feel it loosen then get tighter.
I pick at the ends, when I
Find them, now and then,
I pull and only feel myself get lighter.
As I’m grabbing what I can with my free hand,
The rest slips through and burns my skin.
I’m taking the name of what I have,
And working hard, but you know what?
I don't know what I'm working for.
And working hard, but you know what?
I don't know what I'm working for anymore.
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