Tarot · Track 31 · middle
Ten of Wands
RWS: a man bent double under all ten wands gathered in his arms, face hidden, carrying them toward a house in the distance. Keywords: overburden, the load you volunteered for, success that turned into weight, nearly home.
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Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] My chin is pressed hard to my collar I’m bent like a bow to the street Can’t see the horizon, can’t see the neighbor Can’t even see my own feet Just a wall of rough bark and the smell of the sap Ten heavy staves stacked right in my lap Well, in my arms, but I’m folding in two Look at the wonderful work I get to do! [Chorus] Oh, make way for the victor, the king of the haul I begged for the harvest, I’m carrying it all! Every promise I made is a log on the pile And I’m walking it home with a genuine smile My face might be hidden behind all this wood But I swear to you, folks, I am doing so good! [Verse 2] The house is right there in the distance The porch light is burning so brave Forty-two steps on this cracking gray pavement To balance the kingdom I’m trying to save If I drop even one, then the whole bundle slips So I’m biting the groan right off of my lips I bid on the project, I swallowed the hook The absolute luckiest guy in the book. [Chorus] So make way for the victor, the king of the haul I prayed for the pressure, I’m carrying it all! Every favor I owe is a log on the pile And I’m walking it home with a genuine smile My face is eclipsed by the things I accrued But I swear to you, folks, I am doing so good! [Bridge] The brain loves a rhythm to quiet the ache I count every crack in the curb for my sake One, two, three, four, the pattern is proof That I haven't been crushed by the weight of the roof Almost there. Just a yard. Just a stone. The beautiful burden of holding my own. [Chorus] Make way for the victor, the king of the haul! I asked for the fire, I’m carrying it all! Every single success is a log on the pile And I’m dragging it home with a genuine smile My spine might be snapping, I’m totally blind But I’m leaving the empty-handed behind! [Outro] Standing right here on the welcome mat. Face to the rough grain. I’ve got everything I ever wanted. Now how do I reach my keys?