The roofers are done with their day So off they went on their way But they left somethings behind And wouldn't you know I'd find When in the open box I took a look And my hands they sure shook I picked it up and put it down twice **** my favorite vice But I made a promise, so the Boxcutter had to stay It was better that way But I wrung my hands The thoughts in my head where all crammed As I paced back and forth Like a tethered race horse But your only as good as your word Over all the other voices in my head was heard My grandfather was a wise man So like always on those words I'll stand Done with my work day I just walked away I didn't make that awful slip But my hands on the wheel had a tight grip I wanted to do 80 but i could only do 65 Another promise that today would survive