Too dumb to quit
Too restless to not
Fumble on the fallacy
Of sunken costs
Too tired to write
Too restless to not
Hum a new tune
Let it get caught
I'm a workhorse put out to pasture
Grazing on my greens, move a little faster
Just a tortoise chasing the hare
Take it slow and steady, get there when we get there
See what was built
Survey the land
A world of song
Carved of your hand
Know what you do
And understand why
If it feels true
Do it with pride
I'm a workhorse put out to pasture
Grazing on my greens, chew a little faster
Just a tortoise chasing the hare
Take it slow and steady, get there when we get there