Put whiskey on the wounds
Salt the glass and say goodbye
No feel-good scenes to bring it back
Just falling brick and broken glass
Wrecking-ball operator
Twenty years pulling the lever
And these windows shield the cold
From the weather of my soul
And feel the heart-strings sinking fast
Another treasure found, another tumbling down
I protect my ears and eyes
From the dust and noise
The word comes down to the bitter end
The diesel hums, the cycle spins
When we meet on that hard hat ground
Just a photograph, no one else around
Words to live by, just goes to show
Some day we all gotta go
And feel the heart-strings sinking fast
Another treasure found, another tumbling down
Salt the glass and say goodbye
No feel-good scenes to bring it back
Just falling brick and broken glass
Wrecking-ball operator
Twenty years pulling the lever
And these windows shield the cold
From the weather of my soul
And feel the heart-strings sinking fast
Another treasure found, another tumbling down
I protect my ears and eyes
From the dust and noise
The word comes down to the bitter end
The diesel hums, the cycle spins
When we meet on that hard hat ground
Just a photograph, no one else around
Words to live by, just goes to show
Some day we all gotta go
And feel the heart-strings sinking fast
Another treasure found, another tumbling down