| What do I do here? It's hard to be clear |
| The way I feel alive and all alone |
| Last man standin' in a line I had a hand in |
| There's no one left behind me, on my own |
| It ain't so hard to face by myself, it's not a place |
| More a feelin' and a lonesome little sound |
| The heavy part is foldin' in the ground, it holds the cold in |
| Help me lay this old man down |
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| I was pushin', he was haulin': my whole life we were callin' |
| Back and forth, just keep it movin' steady and slow |
| His end is lyin' slack, my end is still on track |
| But it don't seem like there's any place to go |
| And my balance isn't right, I need to hold on tight |
| Till I see how the world is spinnin' round |
| The centre now is me, but that's difficult to see |
| Till I see how to lay the old man down |
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| It's not simple thing, it's a burden that I cling to |
| It's light, but it's way too heavy now |
| I'll put it down soon when I figure out the tune |
| It's not like there's someone to show me how |
| One step left, one step right |
| A little dance to bring my heart around |
| To feel a little steady, to think I'm mostly ready |
| To finally lay the old man down |
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