Quiet Dreams (Kalimba) - Tibetan Singing Bowls Meditation

Mighty long shifts are for working Heavy dreams are for toting around Let's pretend there's a place to go Where I can lay this hacksaw down And I've been trying all my damnedest To get where a kind woman lies Ten more hours to a twelve long shift 'Til these woods turn to her eyes The timber cuts so cleanly Monday morning when the blades are sharp I get a love song stuck in my head And cut sequoia 'til it's dark If every hour's 14 dollars or a chance closer to her Then I'm not just a working mule, I'm the finest of the herd And I don't know who she is or if she might exist But if she does, I swear to love, I'm destined for that kiss How's a man get so homesick For a face he's never seen? I close my eyes while sweating And think of boys I could've been But I know that it's not over 'Cause I can feel her here somewhere Through these trees and melodies That I'm belting to the air If every hour's 14 dollars or a chance closer to it The man I thought I'd be when I was just a kid So I'll just saw away and let them all fall to the ground Hope to heaven someone hears me Even though no one's around Mighty long shifts are for working Quiet dreams are for toting around Let's pretend there's a place to go Where I can lay this hacksaw down