I take the wood, I shape the wood, I shift the world, I make my life

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It’s three by three by thirty-six, a solid rough hewn piece of wood
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The butted planes a quarter turn of separate sides and waiting good
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I join the sides with tools at hand, I coax and coddle, chide and beg
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The hidden promise is revealed, within this wood a table leg


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I take the wood into my hands and using lathe I shape and groove
[background vocals:] {I take the wood (x2) I take the wood (x2)}
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The shifting form, like wind blown sands, rough edges now to curves I move
{I take the wood (x2) I take the wood (x2)}
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No longer at the whim of strife, I shape the wood, the world, my life
{Oooo.......whim of strife I shape the wood, the world, my life}


Its men and women, whites and blacks with all their separate skies to see
The sharp distinctions of the edge convince this is reality
We turn the world within ourselves, we blur the lines and cross the bounds
A new shape forms and takes its place, a fuller sky whose sight astounds

Chorus

It’s life before I learned to do, those static times so hard to shape
My splintered dreams, rough to the touch, my spirit longing to escape
I took those edges, trimmed them down, I sanded to the finest grade
I honed my skills, was honed in turn, by what I did my life I made

Chorus

Bridge
I take the wood, I shape the wood, I shift the world, I make my life