Lyrics:
Put whiskey on the woundsSalt the glass and say goodbyeNo feel good scenes to bring it backJust falling brick and broken glassWrecking-ball operatorTwenty years pulling the leverAnd these windows shield the coldFrom the weather of my soulAnd feel the heart-stringsSinking fastAnother treasure foundAnother tumbling downI protect my ears and eyesFrom the dust and noiseThe word comes down to the bitter endThe diesel hums; the cycle spinsWhen we meet on that hard hat groundJust a photograph, no one else aroundWords to live by, just goes to showSome day we all gotta goAnd feel the heart-stringsSinking fastAnother treasure foundAnother tumbling down