Keeping My Hands Busy

The meadow shines like an Emerald fire

Follow the whistle of a lonesome rider

Winds soft, cedar & pine

I know that you miss me, but I've been Keeping My Hands Busy

See the yellow crooked lines?

East & West, or so the highway divides

Somewhere on the other side

I know that you miss me, but I've been Keeping My Hands Busy

Contracts & pilgrims, I could iron my shirt

If I clean up nice I'll be the Nashville paradigm

Sign the dotted line

I know that you miss me, but I've been Keeping My Hands Busy

There's no time like today

I bought you flowers, but they spray paint the bouquet

I hold tight to the letters you send me

They've been Keeping My Hands Busy