Boilermaker

Boilermaker, God's icebreaker, heart of splintered wood

An august boozer, contract roofer, had that Elvis look

Past the greenbelt, Days Inn motel, he wanted company

Called an old friend, she barely knew him, but went reluctantly

They're hiding under covers

Whispering like two kids

On guard to trust another

But they dream for something to come of this

A red winer, real nailbiter, hardened by design

Practical dreamer, some well-meaner, she's looking for a sign

On the bedside, lay back lengthwise, sometimes a silence falls

TV glowing, easy going, they could have it all

They're hiding under covers

Whispering like two kids

On guard to trust another

But they dream for something to come of this

He said, "Will my love grow back, if I give it away?"

She said, "You're just looking at old light anyway"

They're hiding under covers

Whispering like two kids

On guard to trust another

But they dream for something to come of this