Lyrics:

You hung around the bush like you were woodsmoke
What's it like to be hardly there?
Spirits playing spoons with your bones
And I could feel you in the air

And every transport truck that I see
Is carrying your weight and leaving it on top of me
And memory's got my guts and I like that
It's keeping you so close to me

I can still see you and Jake
Smoking smokes and just dreaming big
I can still hear you and Jake
Cracking jokes and just dreaming big
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you
Yes I'm gonna work on you

You hung around my head like a halo
On my mind but barely there
Spirits playing spoons with your bones
And I could feel you in the air

And every guitar note that I play
Holds a spot for all the things you'll never have the chance to say
And memory's got my guts and I hate that
It's pushing you so far from me

I can still see you and Jake
Smoking smokes and just dreaming big
I can still hear you and Jake
Cracking jokes and just dreaming big
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you
You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you
Yes I'm gonna work on you