All this work for just one day
Tomorrow should worry for itself, but I’m worrying
All these words, and who’s to say
Will I get it done if not today, so I’m hurrying (so I’m hurrying)

All these toys, no time to play
I’ve grown up beyond childish plights, so I’m burying
All these needs, no time to pray
I’ll finish my work if I fight, 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 this work for just one day
Tomorrow should worry for itself, but I’m worrying
All these words, but whose to say
Will I get it done if not today, so I’m hurrying (so I’m hurrying)

All this time to dig my grave
I do it because it’s my right, so I’m buried in
All these debts, to earn my stay
The load I’ve been 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)

Work can be such a toil
It’ll be my unraveling
Keep my hands in the soil
It’ll be like time-traveling
To see a world without all the distractions of foresight
We’ll work till the sunset and sleep under starlight
One day
One day
So I’m carrying one day
So I’m carrying 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
But what can I do by the work of my own hands (my own hands)