Rising Strings

(hummmm) Staring at the drawing board again

Sweat on my collar,

dust on my shoes

Learning the trade that I didn't choose

Drafting the blue-sky plans on the floor

Wondering what all this patience is for

They say you must crawl before you can run

But I want to stand in the heat of the sun

It's a long way up from the basement light

But I'm holding the spark and I'm climbing tonight

I am still in the making,

still finding my feet

Working the night shift,

carving the street

Every mistake is a stone in the wall

Building a draft that will never fall

Old handshakes on the factory line

They tell me to wait,

that I'll get my time

But the ink on my map is beginning to dry

I'm scanning the edge where the earth meets the sky

With a hammer in hand and a fire in my chest

I won't stop at good till I find what is best

I am still in the making,

still finding my feet Working the night shift,

carving the street Every mistake is a stone in the wall

Building a draft that will never fall

Let the rain wash the plans away

I'll draw them better tomorrow

Better than yesterday

Still in the making (hummmm)