Well, so lone, so small
Against these mighty structures
I feel the pavement in my bones
My head is achin’ and my mind is eruptin’
I'm changin’ from my wooden frame to stone
Well my head is clouded with indecision
I feel like I'm walkin’ the last mile
Well I think I’ll just lay back
And won’t talk no more
And I’ll let my axe speak awhile
