Hardwood

• If I wake to find my face
• pressed against hard wood
  won't you offer me,
  coffee and kind words
  coffee and kind words
  
  If I find myself
  asleep in a field of pine woods
  won't you offer me
  balance and warm clothes
  balance and warm clothes
  
  I have drifted off the course
  I have taken off my shirt
  I am striking back
  the only way I know....
  I am losing all I had
  I'm letting go
  
  I wanna go
  I wanna go
  I wanna go...
  and get to bottom
  all alone
  
  I wanna go
  I wanna go
  I wanna go....
  and get to bottom
  all alone
  
  If I offered you a scaly thigh
  would you ride, or poke me in the eye
  I wanna know
  I wanna know
  I've gotta go
  I've gotta go
  get to bottom
  all alone
  
  
  When I go ,I wanna go
  inside a pine box
  no suit or makeup
  no need to wake up
  
  just as I was
  no Lord above
  no kilt, no haircut
  just as I was
  just as I was
  face against hard wood