Everything I Need
Reflections of Resilience: Embracing Life's Essentials
Lyrics
Well they call me a dying breed, son I'm feeling dead indeed
Describing oneself as a dying breed, feeling emotionally exhausted.
Ain't a word for how worn out I feel
Expressing extreme fatigue, lacking words to convey the weariness.
I got everything I need, with some ragged out tools and elbow grease
Content with basic necessities, including worn tools and hard work.
Seen the world out the window of an old F150
Reflecting on life experiences seen from the window of an old F150 truck.
Son I ain't had a drink, since your mama split and left you and me
Abstaining from alcohol since the separation, recalling the past.
Bare feet kicking up dust at my heels
Walking barefoot, symbolizing simplicity, and feeling the dusty journey.
It's been a good run, some hard luck
Acknowledging a mix of good times and hardships.
Some quiet tears in a beat up truck
Referring to moments of sadness in an old truck.
But there ain't too many more miles in this old tank
Recognizing limitations and nearing the end of life's journey.
I'm trying to find a way to mill my heart to a finer shape
Expressing a desire to refine one's emotions and heart.
And call for you in the words I can't seem to find
Struggling to express feelings verbally, especially towards a loved one.
But my lungs are tied in knots, gonna leave this world with a quiet thought
Acknowledging the difficulty of facing death with inner reflection.
I see your heart boy and it eases my mind
Finding solace in seeing the heart of a loved one, easing the mind.
You didn't come with brakes
Not having control or restraint, possibly referring to impulsive actions.
Tried to sow you but it didn't take, what's the rush son, you know the end can wait
Failed attempts at guiding or influencing, emphasizing patience.
Drank yourself into a hospital bed, your guts a mix of vodka and red
Describing a self-destructive path involving alcohol and its consequences.
Ten days later, you're back on the bottle again
Recurring cycles of destructive behavior despite consequences.
And I never was a man of faith, tried to find it but it didn't take
Admitting a lack of faith but recalling moments of deep concern for a loved one.
But boy those days you drove this old man to pray
Highlighting rare occasions when concern led to prayer for the loved one.
There's a long line of hard headed men, cut from the stone and the timberland
Describing a lineage of stubborn and resilient men, resistant to advice.
You can't tell an O'hare a goddamn thing
Emphasizing the stubborn nature of certain individuals.
So I'm trying to find a way to mill my heart to a finer shape
Reiterating the desire to refine emotions and heart.
Call for you in the words I can't seem to find
Continuing the struggle to express emotions verbally.
But my lungs are tied in knots, gonna leave this world with a quiet thought
Anticipating a quiet and reflective departure from the world.
I see your heart boy and it eases my mind
Finding comfort in understanding the heart of a loved one.
Well they call me a dying breed, son I'm feeling dead indeed
Repeating the sense of being a dying breed, reiterating emotional exhaustion.
There ain't a word for how worn out I feel
Reiterating extreme fatigue and the inability to express it adequately.
But I got everything I need, sitting next to me in this rumble seat
Affirming contentment with basic necessities and companionship.
There's an easy light son, cutting through the pines
Noticing a simple and comforting light amidst challenges.
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