He knows how to do his job

Yeah……he knows how to do his job really well….

Still, he’s left wanting…..sure a hammer is good for smashing things

But he wants to use his to actually build something

He’s grown weary of always tearing down other peoples walls,

Taking apart other peoples lives, undoing other peoples mistakes

Banging on stuff until it breaks

Wouldn’t it be a refreshing change to have something go up

(and I don’t mean in smoke) And not always come down….

Kicking up so much dust, he’s starting to choke…..

There’s gotta be something better to be done with a screw gun

Than always making stuff come undone, where’s the fun?

The things he unmakes as his heart breaks….

The toll that it takes leaves him numb

He aint dumb, he’d just like to be a part of something a little trying than all of that pulling and prying

He goes home crying because nothing got built

He sometimes thinks about feeling some guilt…..but then he figures there’s probably something better to feel

Instead he pondered “where’s all that stuff go when I’m done tearing it down?

Where does it end up? What’s the deal?”

He wondered, then blundered, then thundered aloud:

“I’ve got no more!”

As he fell apart, into a pile of himself….

….without the know-how required to put himself back together