It's early in December and I'm working on this wall
Can hardly feel my fingers now at all, at all, at all
I'll write to you this evening when the cold has left my bones
And send you on some money there at home
The work it isn't easy but it's better than the street
I passed a guy from home last week - this city's got him beat
He asked me for some money I pretended not to hear
I swear I'm gonna lose myself out here
The only thing that matters now
As much as getting home
Is trying not to lose the little faith that hasn't gone
Between God and this big City
And the plane I'm waiting on
It's tough to find the meaning in a song
It's been a hard life too long
Some days I can't remember how I ended up out here
Something about the money and then building a career
But the only thing I've built so far is a hundred mile of stone
The opposite direction now to home
You asked me not to promise anything before I left
Me I never listen - can I get this off my chest?
I'm sorrier that anything that drives a man to beer
I swore that I'd be home within a year
The only thing that matters now
As much as getting home
Is trying not to lose the little love that hasn't gone
Between God and this big City
And the plane I'm waiting on
It's tough to find the meaning in a song
It's been a hard life too long
Maybe it's the season or possibly the cold
Or maybe I'm in desperation finally growing bold
But if I tighten up my belt start living on a string
Do you think I'd make it back to you in spring?
For a minute let's be honest as I'm laying down these stones
I'm just dreaming of a daydream, of a daydream of a home
And the reason I ignored my buddy sleeping on the stairs
Is I know I'll soon be joining him down there
The only thing that matters now
As much as getting home
Is trying to remember how your voice sounds on the phone
Between god and this big city
And the plane I'm waiting on
It's tough to find the meaning in a song
It's been a hard life too long