Living Lean

The weed eaters humming

Along to the sound

Of the voices from the people

On the street below

And I can see for miles

From my place on the hill

Someone's smoking a pork shoulder slow

Folks are working on their houses

All around us

The faint sound of nail guns

And saws in the air

Just a piece at a time

When they can afford it

We're doin the same thing downstairs

Living lean

Pushing on some kinda dream

Cautiously hoping it's picking up steam

Little smoke rings filling the air

Living lean

Pushing on some kinda dream

Surrounded by people

who know what it means

to try and win the pot while holding a pair

the row house shimmer

Like rainbows in the sun

The gardens are blooming

while the birds sing their song

An old woman smiles

And the trees wont stand still

The kids are out, the days are long

There's some magic

A spark, a little light in the dark

When people are given

the chance to become

What a wonderfully beautiful real work of art

To truly feel like you belong

Living lean

Pushing on some kinda dream

Cautiously hoping it's picking up steam

Little smoke rings filling the air

Living lean

Pushing on some kinda dream

Surrounded by people

who know what it means

to try and win the pot while holding a pair