Reborn

I found some oak that I had stashed away, the knots and grain had something to say Hours that I cut and played turned into days, I wasn't sure what my hands were gonna make My chest was heavy, shavings sent the air, splintered hands and tired fingers didn't care It's not possible to cry with dust in my eyes, I'm gonna make something money can't buy I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn Fumes from hand rubbed varnish can make you dizzy, my thoughts stay right when I keep my hands busy Joining and sanding, something's taking shape, I stare at the ceiling wide awake I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn Well my final piece has some imperfections, the glossy finish shows my reflection Did I create an heirloom, or maybe it just sits untouched in an unused room full of dust I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn I'm dying inside since you've been gone, like a fallen tree that's been forgotten far too long Drug out of the backwoods, ready to be transformed, like a man with a purpose reborn Like a man with a purpose reborn