Working

I don't mind working I'd rather be on hills of sand

But then I would get thirsty to fill a need, I leave my friends

For always being the kind of man I try and love those kinds of hands

And hope tonight stick to my plan and never bleed for names I've ran



But if you tried to love a simple thing

Have you tried to love the simple thing

And try to grow

Sometime I get bigger

Sometime