Way Down Watson Lyrics - Son Volt

Put whiskey on the wounds 

Salt the glass and say goodbye 

No feel-good scenes to bring it back 

Just falling brick and broken glass 

Wrecking-ball operator 

Twenty years pulling the lever 

And these windows shield the cold 

From the weather of my soul 

[Chorus] 

And feel the heart-strings sinking fast 

Another treasure found, another tumbling down 

I protect my ears and eyes 

From the dust and noise 

The word comes down to the bitter end 

The diesel hums, the cycle spins 

When we meet on that hard hat ground 

Just a photograph, no one else around 

Words to live by, just goes to show 

Some day we all gotta go 

[Chorus]