Text: Amy Kuney. Bird's Eye View. Appreciate Your Hands.

Verse 1:

You try, you try, you strive
You aim to please
But nobody cares, nobody sees
I have a taste for talent wasted
Oh, waste it on me, waste it on me

Chorus:

Bury your shovel by the door
Nail your hammer to the floor
This job is for a gentle hand
You have so much love to give
And I am here to welcome it
As long as you?ve got time to spend
And Ill be the kind of work?
That appreciates your hands

Verse 2:

You?re a hero gone to waste
Untouched, unused
(But) I?ve never been
This beautifully rescued
Medals on your chest No one salutes
I am in debt; I don?t deserve you