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[Intro]
We met dragging Main at Spanish Fork. And he wasn’t moving away from here, so it wasn’t really— And we could build a house here. But—

[Verse 1]
Hope’ll set your eyes agleam
Like four feet dangling in the stream
But the Kingdom of God, it’s a pressure machine
Every step, gotta keep it clean
A mattress on a hardwood floor
Who could ever ask for more?
I’ll get up and cut the grass
Ain’t nothing wrong with working class

[Chorus]
I, I don’t remember the last time you asked how I was
Don’t you feel the time slipping away?
It ain’t funny at all
It’s gonna break your heart one day

[Verse 2]
Keep the debt cloud off the kids
Only sunshine on their lids
Jiminy Cricket and Power Wheels
And memories of Happy Meals
Sometimes I look at the stars
And think about how small we are
Sweating it out in the pressure machine
Good till the last drop

[Chorus]
Why don’t you say little things?
Butterflies don’t just dance on a string
It feels like you clipped all their wings
And every year goes by faster than the one before

[Verse 3]
We’ve had that treadmill now for months
I think she might’ve used it once
If I shut my mouth and keep the peace
She’ll cook my eggs in bacon grease
Life’ll grow you a big red rose
Then rip it from beneath your nose
Run it through the pressure machine
And spit you out a name tag memory

[Instrumental]

[Intro]
We met dragging Main at Spanish Fork. And he wasn’t moving away from here, so it wasn’t really— And we could build a house here. But—

[Verse 1]
Hope’ll set your eyes agleam
Like four feet dangling in the stream
But the Kingdom of God, it’s a pressure machine
Every step, gotta keep it clean
A mattress on a hardwood floor
Who could ever ask for more?
I’ll get up and cut the grass
Ain’t nothing wrong with working class

[Chorus]
I, I don’t remember the last time you asked how I was
Don’t you feel the time slipping away?
It ain’t funny at all
It’s gonna break your heart one day

[Verse 2]
Keep the debt cloud off the kids
Only sunshine on their lids
Jiminy Cricket and Power Wheels
And memories of Happy Meals
Sometimes I look at the stars
And think about how small we are
Sweating it out in the pressure machine
Good till the last drop

[Chorus]
Why don’t you say little things?
Butterflies don’t just dance on a string
It feels like you clipped all their wings
And every year goes by faster than the one before

[Verse 3]
We’ve had that treadmill now for months
I think she might’ve used it once
If I shut my mouth and keep the peace
She’ll cook my eggs in bacon grease
Life’ll grow you a big red rose
Then rip it from beneath your nose
Run it through the pressure machine
And spit you out a name tag memory

[Instrumental]