Line of Work

Gaze at your fortune, but not with eyes open

Dig the moat knowing the drawbridge is broken

Don't rest your head til the medicine flows in

Safe from a clear-minded peer at your bullshit

No matter the weather, man

Pull it together

Don't mope in the desert

Just take in the sun

It seems certain seasons,

For whatever reason,

I just feel the heat

And, man, I'm burning through one

The shortcut to healing is straight through the hurt

And we sing about feelings in my line of work

So this one might sound made to serve up with tears

And I'll remind you it's one of the few you can hear

My irish roots mix with lack of composure

To produce this bonafide guaranteed ghoster

Retreat keeps the peace in my most sacred corners

Safe from the mines I'm inclined to trip over

Beg me to go and forgive me for skipping it

I'll write a note of contrition I'll never send

Take it in through the cracks in the door

There's no sense settling

You can't stay here no more

The shortcut to better is straight through the worst

We sing about heartache in my line of work

So they're all bound to sound like some darkness to shroud

And I'll remind you most songs I don't dare sing out loud

Grief leaves a heart heavy beyond belief

In my line of work we wear ours on our sleeves

Nests that are teaming can still feel alone

When the songs that come flowing hit too close to home

The shortcut to calm is straight through the fits

In my line of work, from what I have learned,

That's as bad as it gets

So with heart wide open to what might flow through

I sure hope a song shows we can both listen to