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