I've been told that I'm built like a fencepost Kind of wiry A few knobs here and there A knot or two for character I make a pretty good fence Good at keeping things inside Not letting things out But now my shadow seems leaner Not quite as tall in the morning sun The soil around my feet eroding Drying out isn't all it's cracked up to be Staying straight ain't easy The herd is getting restless And the barbed wire on my back is tearing me up inside.