Thursday - The Ballad Of The Thoughtful Rover lyrics

Well although I've labored most of my days

I truly enjoy the work

But not too much I really must say

On my roving I won't shirk

Well everyone has fear and pain

And a lot of folks fear the dole

Work'll scramble your mind

It'll scramble your brain

But also will the dole

Well everyone has fear and pain

And most folks fear the dole

But I'd rather be lying at home beside

The true love that I know

And the friends I love the most

Oh the memory of the open road

And the first mountain you saw

As your small eyes stood looking down

Did you ever fear the dole?

Oh in agony I'd pray for my workday to end

And I'd find myself relieved each day and month and year

And soon enough I know I'll find myself that day

Incapable and unclear, knowing death is here

Well if we're loved then they'll let us come home

Or in time they may let us go

And we need no extreme paradigm

Contented in our minds

For contentment's just inside

So as we roll on throughout time

I will wonder what's on your mind

For laboring grinds you down and leaves you dry

But so will the dole in time

But so will being broke in time