I fall asleep with the TV on nWake with an ache it's another week gone nAnd consider how my light was spent nAnd where it was that the real thing went nnI asked a wise man for advice nI told him once and I told him twice; nMy life is one long damage limitation nHe smacked me hard around the head nnHe handed me a card that read: nWork like you were nLiving in the early days of a better nation nLiving in the early days of a better nation nnPlay that tune again! I cried nIt's dead and gone the band replied nBut as they slowly tried it through nThe hands remembered what they had to do nnGive it poke and give it licks nThe name of the tune is Laying The Bricks nI Stood outside the Albert Hall nAnd wept, and wrote upon the wall; nnWork like you were nLiving in the early days of a better nation nLiving in the early days of a better nation nWe take the water to the tree nnShe says, Now do the same for me nIt takes your sweat as well as art nTo dig a channel for the human heart nThere is no garden of delight nnUnless you weed it day or night nDon't leave your life a lifelong long vacation nI hear her whisper when we meet nAnd when I crawl between the sheets, she says; nnWork like you were nLiving in the early days of a better nation nLiving in the early days of a better nation