You and Jake

You wandered ‘round the bush, like you would smoke
And what’s it like to be hardly there
The spirit’s playing spoons with your bones
I could feel you in the air
Every transport truck that I see
Is carrying your weight and leaving it on top of me
And memory’s got my guts
And I like that
It’s keeping you so close
I can still see you and Jake
You’re smoking smokes and you’re dreaming big
I can still hear you and Jake
You’re cracking jokes and you’re dreaming big
You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you
You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you
Yes I’m gonna work on you
You wander round my head, like a halo
You were on my mind, you were hardly there
Spirits playing spoons with your bones
I could feel you in the air
Every guitar note that I play
Holds a place for all the things I never had the chance to say
And memory’s got my guts
And I hate that
It’s pushing you so far away
I can still see you and Jake
You’re smoking smokes and you’re dreaming big
I can still hear you and Jake
You’re cracking jokes and you’re dreaming big
You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you
You taught me how to be a working man, well I’m gonna work on you
Yes I’m gonna work on you