One Day

All this work for just one day Tomorrow should worry for itself But I'm worrying All these words but whose to say 'Cause I'm not the type to ask for help So I'm hurrying All these needs, no time to pray For burdens I took upon myself And I'm carrying The week on my shoulders The month on my back The year by my ankles Convinced of my lack Sufficient for the day is its own trouble No kidding, man But what can I do by the work of my own hands My own hands? All these accidental days Spent trying to make sense of each plight Yet I'm bare again All striving to dig our graves 'Til that becomes where we spend the night Now I'm buried in All these debts to earn my stay Forgetting the load I'm offered is light Still I'm carrying The week on my shoulders The month on my back The year by my ankles Convinced of my lack Sufficient for the day is its own trouble No kidding, man But what can I do by the work of my own hands My own hands? Lay it all within the soil My unraveling Or give into the endless toil Anxious traveling To anywhere on earth But right here, right now Run away for life Or learn to turn and seek out One day, one day One day, one day No more carrying The week on my shoulders The month on my back The year by my ankles Convinced of my lack Sufficient for the day is its own trouble No kidding, man Sufficient for the day is its own trouble Sufficient for the day is its own trouble No kidding, man But what can I do by the work of my own hands My own hands?