Cutting the Grass

A speed square

A hammer

A piece of a tool belt

He said it was all he that he had to his name

Now, a skill saw, a good girl and a power stroke diesel

He lost it all gambling the very next day

A black sock, a white sock

But they both got holes in 'em

Harsh to himself

As copperhead snake venom

His story's might turn your whole life around

His stories might run him into the ground

But the rain will fall

And the clouds roll away

It makes room for the sun just to shine for the day

Till the clouds roll on back, and the storm's moving in

And I'm cutting the grass just to cut it again

He's thinking about Brandy

As he reads the twelve steps

He can't help but wonder

Wonders if he can't help that

Times getting thin, guess it's hardly been eating

But it'll have some pound cake, AA wednesday evening

Something new's only knew for so long

Till it's back to the way that it was all along

Are we wasting our time?

Are we in the lions den?

Am I cutting the grass

Just to cut it again

Making amends - his most recent endeavor

A list long as Texas

Might take him forever

He's liable to stop

Always been good at quitting

If he follows through

He'd be grey once he's finished

Changing changes so much if you make it

Faking takes so much more time than breaking

It down to the bone

Up past the skin

Am I cutting the grass

Just to cut it again