

Four walls of pine,
a narrow draft (mhmm)
Two windows looking on the gravel path
Got a cracked stove and a single plate
But the roof is holding,
so I can wait
Oh, the pay is lean and the sun is low
(sing it now) But we keep the fire and we let it
grow
We are showing up on the dusty floor
Singing all together
through the old screen door
There is pride in the work,
even when it's hard (yeah) Finding quiet beauty in a narrow yard
The clock keeps ticking,
the gears they turn
But there is a lesson
that you only learn
Oh, the pay is lean and the sun is low
But we keep the fire and we let it grow
We are showing up on the dusty floor
Singing all together
through the old screen door
We are showing up anyway (every single day)
We are showing up anyway
Let the
worry
drift away