What a Beautiful Thing I Have Made

Where there's need or a will there's a door open still
All that running around sure has worn you right down
No, I've not seen a thing you left here in the spring
Maybe they're just like you, found a crack, slipped right through

What's the state of you now?
Do you still aim your brights
For a place in their hearts, an hour in the lights
Do you drink like a fool when it's the only pay?
What a fine way to move through your days
'Bout the sweetest of tales you could chase

Make a pile of the weeds, make a pile of the stones
I am building a home for my heavеnly bones
It's all lumber and rust, should-have-donеs, it's a bust
But I do see my hand in every reach of this land

What's the state of me now?
Am I digging in the rain
For the glory of mud or glory of the pain?
Every green blade of grass knows just from whence it came
What a beautiful thing I have made
Put myself down when I go lame

Well, there's need and a will, and the door is open still
We'll get a ride into town, make our peace, make the rounds

What's the state of us now?
Will everything seem right
If we squint down our eyes and twinkle up the lights?
It's the least we can do, the humblest of fights
Find a reason and cling to it tight
Anything that lets you sleep through the night