All this work for just one day
Tomorrow should worry for itself
But I'm worrying
All these words but whose to say
'Cause I'm not the type to ask for help
So I'm hurrying
All these needs, no time to pray
For burdens I took upon myself
And I'm carrying
The week on my shoulders
The month on my back
The year by my ankles
Convinced of my lack
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
No kidding, man
But what can I do by the work of my own hands
My own hands?
All these accidental days
Spent trying to make sense of each plight
Yet I'm bare again
All striving to dig our graves
'Til that becomes where we spend the night
Now I'm buried in
All these debts to earn my stay
Forgetting the load I'm offered is light
Still I'm carrying
The week on my shoulders
The month on my back
The year by my ankles
Convinced of my lack
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
No kidding, man
But what can I do by the work of my own hands
My own hands?
Lay it all within the soil
My unraveling
Or give into the endless toil
Anxious traveling
To anywhere on earth
But right here, right now
Run away for life
Or learn to turn and seek out
One day, one day
One day, one day
No more carrying
The week on my shoulders
The month on my back
The year by my ankles
Convinced of my lack
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
No kidding, man
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
Sufficient for the day is its own trouble
No kidding, man
But what can I do by the work of my own hands
My own hands?