And i try to take heartache with hardwork
And i try to keep my chin up
And i try not to cry
cuz im a man
And i try to stay calm and collected
And i try to be useful
And i try to help ya
cuz im supposed to
And i try not to work all day everyday
even though i way prefer it that way
And i try being broke
cuz I miss sunshine

and i try not to        care
but i just cant not feel it
but,
Well, We talked, And I Know
That Its        hard
sometimes
i know that        now
and i try To Focus On The Supply
i try Not To Feast On Nothing
i try To Catch That
Dove On A Ladder
but your climbing, like me!
we all are
but you climb To
Cut The Throat Of The        dove
and i only want
some company
And I Know
That Its Hard
Sometimes
but i just cant not care

I long to feel
The vivid spring season
the messy wreak of the breakup
the job dreamed of
the first kiss
the deathbed words

my life is my elbow,
its constantly getting torn to
shreds, then
struck back together w/nails
much larger then 16 penny
    cuz im the son of a once-learnt
life carpenter
who knows his craft so well that he forgot.
that you measure twice and cut once.
cuz you cant re-add scrap material.
    his poor wife who puts wine on a table,
all 4 legs a different length, stained a
different color, the table all
wobbleyed

    its our responsibility
    its our irresponsible problem
    its our truth
    we are the carpenters sons

its so hard to love,
someone,
who doesn't love you back
oh the woes,
someone,
must know but cant
possible
show.