He worked all nightnAnd didn't notice that the light had changednLooked upnAnd the sun just jumped all suddenly aroundnIf all those hours feel like busy worknCan you still maintainnCan you still hang onnnBut out on the porchnIt's nothing but sunnNothing is over until you say it's donenHalf drunk and frayednThe marsh all agleamnAnd I know exactlynWhat that busy work meansnnA little coffeenAnd I'm ready now to call you upnI see the shower slowly opening your eyesnI see the mornings I was half asleepnAnd you were therenEven when you weren'tnnAnd out in the yardnThere's nothing but sunnA bright English garden, wet webs newly spunnThe salt in my hairnI'm free and I'm cleannAnd as your phone ringsnI know what busy work meansnnYou know it's menAnd for a second we just sit and waitnLike when you brace yourselfnAnd jump into the seannAll the colors of the skynAnd now the sun's come upnThe sun, it snuck right upnnAnd out on the seanIt's nothing but sunnAnd all of those storms we built converge into onenWe'll weather the tidesnWe'll build and be strongnChildren and work and picket fences and songsnAnd out in the worldnThere's nothing but sunnI know it'll change, but when it's all said and donenI'll still be herenThere's no in betweennAnd that's what the pain of all that busy work means