My hands, weathered and worn
The calloused skin of an older man than I
My hands, tired and sore
At the end of the day long only to hold yours
My hair is turning gray
Finding a new one each morning it seems
Doesn’t bother me
Forced to laugh at my own vanity
I just can’t believe my eyes
This week I earned my pay
Laying stones for the wealthy
To enter a home I could never afford
I won’t let these little things bother me
Knowing that I’ve lived honestly
With your head beside mine I know that I’ll be alright
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023
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