One Hand In The Furnace

Intro Verse Living down the time spent subdivided by one effort or another and the grains are almost gone Sitting on the top there unmolested and then compressed into the middle and the longest of free falls Interlude Verse Blackout on a Tuesday, you know that it ain’t usually like the bottle to get us gone that far As the light was leaving the darkness came creeping up behind us and covered up the falling of the stars All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind We’ll be alright Verse Simple graces interlaced with sterile spaces And the sounds of all the barely hanging on Never was intended for my parts to be descended Cause a furrow in your brow All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind We’ll be alright Outro