When you go back to Texas take your hammer Your saw, and your drum
We care what you've done We'll never give up on you
The starlight is leaking through the holes in your ceiling The sawdust collecting on your spoons and your bedding
Your draw is disturbing. Your sex drive, alarming The hair on your body would clothe a small a nation Your dogs smell like dead things.You work for perfection You despise pretension,but you tolerate this When we hit the black ice, then Thor saved our lives
We care who you are We know what you do And you are my star with your hammer Your drum, and your saw
