He grew up with a hammer in his hands
that stood for the workshop floor and his father's kindest hands
turned his back on school
to pick up all his tools he left in closet and he's back
he always was the definition of Jack the Lad
Now he's stuck in the chase of your memories, your pranks, your games
scraping the bottom of the battle to find the reason for your pain
the people you have left lost in this never ending maze
you always walk the corridor of your moment of grace
So keep your hand on your hammer and your eye on the nail,
your foot on the ladder and your head on the rail
You don't need me to tell you that you've got to keep the level,
head on your shoulders, head on your shoulders today
So hide your tears in a box and throw them to the sky
Maybe some day will come with rain to wash you pain away
in a form of a conversation and loosen you to eye
don't get lost in the chambers, the chambers of your mind
So keep your hand on your hammer and your eye on the nail,
your foot on the ladder and your head on the rail
You don't need me to tell you that you've got to keep the level,
head on your shoulders, head on your shoulders today
keep your head on your shoulders today
keep your head on your shoulders today
keep your head on your shoulders today
