Nothing Left To Pound

Morning bell's the call
Moving down the wall
They hear you in the hall a-hittin'
Knocking in the nails
Every sixteen inches without fail
The grid, the quit, forbidden
Thinking all your thoughts
Wondering if you ought
To get a little spot together
Someplace all your own
Where you can be alone
For now, but not forever
Moving down the rows
Heaven knows
The anger and the fear
Lay your hammer down
There's Nothing left to pound in here

Next you met a she
Who just could be
The chaos and the juncture
All the things you do
Lit in light anew
As you push into a structure
The swinging starts
The broken hearts
The grinding of the gears
Lay the hammer down
There's nothing left to pound in here

Blister form then blister burst
Wrap it in a bandage
Grab the worn handle
Swing until you're calloused

All the little smiles
Single-file
Such worthwhile potential
Grab 'em by the cuff
Are they tough
Enough to be essential?
Should I chisel more
Or should I just adore
The shape that others cheer?
Lay the hammer down
There's nothing left to pound in here
Lay the hammer down
There's nothing left to pound in here