Rusted Hands

One step, two step, jump
Can't get over that hump
Stuck in the bottom of the fray
Can't get away
And seize that day

One step, two, three more
Feet still glued to the floor
Someone won't let me be
Won't let me free
That someone is me

All I wanted was a quiet garden
But look at what I got
A pair of rusted hands
You can't expect a quiet garden
You can't expect a lot
Not with those rusted hands
Not with those rusted hands

Stumble and fall
Head to the wall
Get up and then
Stumble again

Can't complain about my suffering
Doing next to nothing
Must stand tall

Once more, what's the harm?
Third time's the charm
Sick of feeling all this dread
Find out instead
It's all in my head

All I wanted was a quiet garden
But look at what I got
A pair of rusted hands
You can't expect a quiet garden
You can't expect a lot
Not with those rusted hands
Not with those rusted hands

Maybe I will finally let it go…

But I don't know how to let it go…

Yes, I think I'm gonna let it go…