in the studio and deep
in the mud
sculpting warriors with
sweat and so much blood
carve a great philosopher
a soldier and a saint
the heavens and earth
with just some ink and paint
getting the tools out
making them sharp
tune the strings up
tune up the harp
rosin up the fiddle bow
dust off the organ keys
there's work here to be done
a thousand melodies
from nearly nothing
but a thought
i take care of
what i got
