He grew up with a hammer in his hands that stood for the workshop floor and his father's kindest hands turned his back on school to pick up all his tools he left in closet and he's back he always was the definition of Jack the Lad
Now he's stuck in the chase of your memories, your pranks, your games scraping the bottom of the battle to find the reason for your pain the people you have left lost in this never ending maze you always walk the corridor of your moment of grace
So keep your hand on your hammer and your eye on the nail, your foot on the ladder and your head on the rail You don't need me to tell you that you've got to keep the level, head on your shoulders, head on your shoulders today
So hide your tears in a box and throw them to the sky Maybe some day will come with rain to wash you pain away in a form of a conversation and loosen you to eye don't get lost in the chambers, the chambers of your mind
So keep your hand on your hammer and your eye on the nail, your foot on the ladder and your head on the rail You don't need me to tell you that you've got to keep the level, head on your shoulders, head on your shoulders today
keep your head on your shoulders today keep your head on your shoulders today keep your head on your shoulders today