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