My soul is for shaking My knees are for bending My feet are for walking all the way home My head is for thinking My fingers for picking My hips are for swaying all the way home Cause I've been working hard In the sun and the rain and the cold, oh And my body aches You can hear the rick-a-tick of my bones, oh And I only have one question: What's my heart for? My soul is for shaking My hands are for working My questions for asking all the way home My arms are for lifting My legs are for running My feet are for staggering all the way home Cause I've been working hard In the sun and the rain and the cold, oh And my body aches You can hear the rick-a-tick of my bones, oh And I only have one question: What's my heart for? Cause I've been working hard In the sun and the rain and the cold, oh And my body aches You can hear the rick-a-tick of my bones, oh And I only have one question: What's my heart for?