from Keep An Eye

When I was yet a young man
Pulling cotton from the seed
I got punched up to a post
For matching every noble deed
I was side-armed in the stomach
I was weak-kneed in the teeth
I got no more empty pockets
It’s salvation here I seek

And it’s hour to hour
Grave honors to yield
Some woeful expectation
Brings that harvest cut to kill
And it’s minute to minute
Every error overcome
Because every combination
Has got human in their thumbs

I have heard that men of few words
Scorn their breath with every prayer
Well so much should think a coward
Calling every breeze a scare
Put your faith against the glass
Put yourself out in the cold
Stop killing tongues with weapons
Start filling drought with soul

And it’s hour to hour
Grave honors to yield
Some woeful expectation
Brings that harvest cut to kill
And it’s minute to minute
Every error overcome
Because every combination
Has got human in their thumbs