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letra de stonemason - niall mccabe

[verse]
it’s early in december and i’m workin’ on this wall
can hardly feel my fingers now at all, at all, at all
i’ll write to you this evening when the cold has left my bones
and send you all some money there at home

[verse]
well the work, it isn’t easy, but it’s better than the streets
i passed a guy from home last week, the city’s got him beat
he asked me for some money, i pretended not to hear
oh, i swear i’m gonna lose myself out here

[chorus]
and the only thing that matters now, as much as gettin’ home
is tryin’ not to lose the little faith that hasn’t gone
between god and this big city, and the wall i’m workin’ on
it’s tough to find the meaning in a song
it’s been a hard life too long

[verse]
some days i can’t remember how i ended up out here
something about the money and then building a career
the only thing i’ve built so far is a hundred miles of stone
the opposite direction now to home

[verse]
well, you asked me not to promise anything before i left
but me, i never listen, can i get this off my chest?
i’m sorrier than anything that drives a man to beer
cause i swore i’d be home within a year
[chorus]
and the only thing that matters now, as much as gettin’ home
is tryin’ not to lose the little love that hasn’t gone
between god and this big city, and the plane i’m waitin’ on
it’s tough to find the meaning in a song
it’s been a hard life too long…

[instrumental]

[verse]
well, maybe it’s the season or possibly the cold
maybe i’m in desperation finally growin’ bold
if i tighten up my belt, stop livin’ on a string
do you think i’d make it back to you in spring?

for a minute, let′s be honest, while i’m laying down these stones
i’m just dreamin’ of a daydream, of a daydream, of a home
and the reason that i passed my buddy sleepin’ on the stairs
is i know i′ll soon be joinin’ him down there

[chorus]
and the only thing that matters now, as much as getting home
is tryin’ to remember how your voice sounds on the phone
between god and this big city, and the plane i′m waitin’ on
it’s tough to find the meaning in a song
it′s been a hard life too long

- niall mccabe

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