You try, you try, you strive
You aim to please
But nobody cares, nobody sees
I have a taste for talent wasted
Oh, waste it on me, waste it on me
Chorus:
Bury your shovel by the door
Nail your hammer to the floor
This job is for a gentle hand
You have so much love to give
And I am here to welcome it
As long as you've got time to spend
And Ill be the kind of work"¦
That appreciates your hands
Verse 2:
You're a hero gone to waste
Untouched, unused
(But) I've never been
This beautifully rescued
Medals on your chest No one salutes
I am in debt; I don't deserve you