Way Down Watson

Put whiskey on the wounds Salt the gla*s and say goodbye No feel good scenes to bring it back Just falling brick and broken gla*s Wrecking-ball operator Twenty years pulling the lever And these windows shield the cold From the weather of my soul And feel the heart-strings Sinking fast Another treasure found Another tumbling down I protect my ears and eyes From the dust and noise The word comes down to the bitter end The diesel hums; the cycle spins When we meet on that hard hat ground Just a photograph, no one else around Words to live by, just goes to show Some day we all gotta go And feel the heart-strings Sinking fast Another treasure found Another tumbling down