Fingers to the Bone - Seth Walker

The night’s falling dropping like a hammer

As the cold wind blows

Trying to find piece of mind sometimes of compromise

Without being sold

The picks are digging thirsty for the bottom

Trying to strike some truth

So pull the cart tow the line in the dark spade the mine

Give the jury proof

Hold the door

Hold the phone

With fingers to the bone

The door to my heart swings either way

With a golden key

So open up fill our cup smooth the edge that was rough

And let’s calm the sea

Work the land

With a steady hand

Face to face

We’ll find a way

Grind the rock to a skipping stone

Hold it in your hand

Carve the pine, shine the dime, pay the man, due the time

And listen to the band