Metal Lid

The heavy motor shakes my aching hands / Eighty-grit paper tearing up the boards / Yellow sawdust floating in the yard / Stripping decades off this heavy floor / The orange sun is falling toward the trees / Got to finish before the evening hits / Brush the heavy powder off the deck / Wipe the timber down and clear the dust / Pop the metal lid and pour the stain! / Walnut color soaking in the grain! / Racing with the dropping yellow sun! / Drink a cold beer when the job is done! / (When the job is done!) / Thick brown liquid painting up the pale / Bristles pushing heavy on the oak / Aching muscles in my lower back / Taking in the heavy lacquer smoke / The orange sun is falling toward the trees / Got to finish before the evening hits / Brush the heavy powder off the deck / Wipe the timber down and clear the dust / Pop the metal lid and pour the stain! / Walnut color soaking in the grain! / Racing with the dropping yellow sun! / Drink a cold beer when the job is done! / (When the job is done!) / Looking at the amber on the wood / Knowing that the labor did some good / Washing all the lacquer off my skin / Tomorrow I will do it all again / Pop the metal lid and pour the stain! / Walnut color soaking in the grain! / Racing with the dropping yellow sun! / Drink a cold beer when the job is done! / (When the job is done!) / (Walnut and grit!)