I lived with your restoration For too damn many years You always seemed so busy Try’n to plaster over your fears

There’s always room for improvement For a house or a yard or a face You were more like a twister or whirlwind Or a devil falling from grace

Chorus: Come down from your ladder and sit No need for these hours to fill Busy days of endless work When it should be quiet and still

I watched you work your restoration And my mind would tremble and shake You were filled with purpose and frenzy As my soul would stumble and ache

You told me I needed to help But it was hard to understand Then I finally broke and decided to stir And give you a helping hand

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Guess there’s no more dry wall to fix I hope you like those new clothes Your crooked eyebrow is nearly straight You couldn’t ask for a better nose

We sit together hand in hand Your face it looks so sweet My love is lath and plaster The restoration is now complete

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