Lyrics Fingers to the Bone - Seth Walker

The night's falling dropping like a hammer
As the cold wind blows
Trying to find piece of mind sometimes of compromise
Without being sold
The picks are digging thirsty for the bottom
Trying to strike some truth
So pull the cart tow the line in the dark spade the mine
Give the jury proof
Hold the door
Hold the phone
With fingers to the bone
The door to my heart swings either way
With a golden key
So open up fill our cup smooth the edge that was rough
And let's calm the sea
Work the land
With a steady hand
Face to face
We'll find a way
Grind the rock to a skipping stone
Hold it in your hand
Carve the pine, shine the dime, pay the man, due the time
And listen to the band