You hung around the bush like you were woodsmoke.
What's it like to be hardly there?
Spirits playing spoons with your bones.
And I could feel you in the air.
And every transport truck that I see.
Is carrying your weight and leaving it on top of me.
And memory's got my guts and I like that.
It's keeping you so close to me.
I can still see you and Jake.
Smoking smokes and just dreaming big.
I can still hear you and Jake.
Cracking jokes and just dreaming big.
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you.
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you.
Yes I'm gonna work on you.
You hung around my head like a halo.
On my mind but barely there.
Spirits playing spoons with your bones
And I could feel you in the air.
And every guitar note that I play.
Holds a spot for all the things you'll never have the chance to say.
And memory's got my guts and I hate that.
It's pushing you so far from me.
I can still see you and Jake.
Smoking smokes and just dreaming big.
I can still hear you and Jake.
Cracking jokes and just dreaming big.
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you.
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you.
Yes I'm gonna work on you.