You and Jake

You hung around the bush like you were woodsmoke

What's it like to be hardly there?

Spirits playing spoons with your bones

And I could feel you in the air

And every transport truck that I see

Is carrying your weight and leaving it on top of me

And memory's got my guts and I like that

It's keeping you so close to me

I can still see you and Jake

Smoking smokes and just dreaming big

I can still hear you and Jake

Cracking jokes and just dreaming big

You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you

You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you

Yes I'm gonna work on you

You hung around my head like a halo

On my mind but barely there

Spirits playing spoons with your bones

And I could feel you in the air

And every guitar note that I play

Holds a spot for all the things you'll never have the chance to say

And memory's got my guts and I hate that

It's pushing you so far from me

I can still see you and Jake

Smoking smokes and just dreaming big

I can still hear you and Jake

Cracking jokes and just dreaming big

You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you

You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you

Yes I'm gonna work on you