Dave Stearns

Lyrics

I found some oak that I had stashed away, the knots and grain had something to say
Hours that I cut and played turned into days, I wasn't sure what my hands were gonna make
My chest was heavy, shavings sent the air, splintered hands and tired fingers didn't care
It's not possible to cry with dust in my eyes, I'm gonna make something money can't buy

I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long
Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn

Fumes from hand rubbed varnish can make you dizzy, my thoughts stay right when I keep my hands busy
Joining and sanding, something's taking shape, I stare at the ceiling wide awake

I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long
Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn

Well my final piece has some imperfections, the glossy finish shows my reflection
Did I create an heirloom, or maybe it just sits untouched in an unused room full of dust

I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long
Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn
I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long
Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn

Like a man with a purpose reborn