Wood Worker Lyrics

Kaboose Wood Worker

Alone he sat in a room where the fireplace was stoked
And the walls that surrounded him were made of
cobblestone
He rocked back and forth in the chair where he rested
Wondering what it was that made him feel restless
See he had lived a lot of years and seen a lot of
things
Found a lot of joy and tough times pain would bring
This brought inspiration like waves of the ocean
He stared at the pile of wood, his monacle focused
He was a carpenter and real crafty with his hands
Building houses and structures across the land
He knew this creation had to be a little different
This had to have a little bit more significance

With the clouds above the surface to cover like the
night
When no one can really see what's going on inside
With the fireplace burning to set the atmosphere
There he sat moving back and forth in his rocking chair

With the clouds above the surface to cover like the
night
When no one can really see what's going on inside
With the fireplace burning to set the atmosphere
There he sat moving back and forth in his rocking chair

He gathered some wood and brought it to his workbench
Put one piece in the vice and then scratched his head
Grabbed a chisel and then started carving all the parts
One by one, he finished them from his heart
So he grabbed the sand paper to make it all smooth
He was meticulous with every little thing he would do
He wanted to make sure each part could move
And then he connected the pieces just like tongue and
groove
As he put it together, he began to air brush it
All the different colors that he knew would fit
Then he hung it up to dry and took one last look
Then made the finishing touches to that piece of wood

With the clouds above the surface to cover like the
night
When no one can really see what's going on inside
With the fireplace burning to set the atmosphere
There he sat moving back and forth in his rocking chair

With the clouds above the surface to cover like the
night
When no one can really see what's going on inside
With the fireplace burning to set the atmosphere
There he sat moving back and forth in his rocking chair

As he saw his creation, he started to see things
Intricate details began to look like him
To others it may have looked imperfect and scratched
But to him it was so right because he did the math
He made the eyes open wide to see the beauty of the
globe
Ears to hear everything that unfolds
A nose to smell the seasons and a mouth for laughing
He made the hands just like his to be crafty
And legs to hold the body up and arms for balance
And feet to finish the race when life’s a challenge
He was so pleased with what he saw
As he held his creation in the midst of his palms

With the clouds above the surface to cover like the
night
When no one can really see what's going on inside
With the fireplace burning to set the atmosphere
There he sat moving back and forth in his rocking chair

With the clouds above the surface to cover like the
night
When no one can really see what's going on inside
With the fireplace burning to set the atmosphere
There he sat moving back and forth in his rocking chair