Guide My Toes

It took an awful lot of work just to reach a place I hate

Looking back on all the hours spent they all now seem a waste

Realising they were opportunities to laugh with mates

And now them days are gone and it's a bitter pill to taste

Understanding all I'm good for is maybe singing songs

Got no intrinsic value and love is earned, I hope I'm wrong

And I could sing out all my problems but that would take too long

And when they're all made up there's plenty more where they came from

So, cuff my hands and guide my toes

And just take me somewhere where it feels like home

Or pack my bags and let's hit the road