Way Down Watson - Son Volt

Put whiskey on the wounds

Salt the glass and say goodbye

No feel-good scenes to bring it back

Just falling brick and broken glass

Wrecking-ball operator

Twenty years pulling the lever

And these windows shield the cold

From the weather of my soul

And feel the heart-strings sinking fast

Another treasure found, another tumbling down

I protect my ears and eyes

From the dust and noise

The word comes down to the bitter end

The diesel hums, the cycle spins

When we meet on that hard hat ground

Just a photograph, no one else around

Words to live by, just goes to show

Some day we all gotta go

And feel the heart-strings sinking fast

Another treasure found, another tumbling down