Mr. Chill

[Verse 1]

Between now and quittin' time

Between then and six A.M

Catch me climbing out

Of a deep, deep pit

Hanging on by a thread

That could be cut in an instant

Folks come around and lower buckets

[Chorus]

What can a poor kid do

To keep busy

Because I still want to love this little world

I didn't realize

I was hanging out with Mr. Chill

You be real with me

And I'll be real with you

[Verse 2]

I've been pickin' up heavy things

And puttin' them down

Relying on

The kindness of strangers

Heading out to the bountiful fields

And coming back empty-handed

Back at my place you'll find

A room full of buckets

[Chorus]

What can a poor kid do