Verse 1:
Salt in my lungs, salt in my eyes,
Swingin’ this hammer ‘neath blistered skies.
Chain on my wrist, stone on my back,
Dreamin’ of color, the world gone black.
Chorus:
Oh, salt and bone, grind me down,
Make me ghost ‘fore I hit the ground.
Sing me a song, won’t you, Lord of Stone?
Let me go home, let me go home.
Verse 2:
Sweat turns white, where the salt dust flies,
Every man here bleeds, every hope dies.
They say the sun don’t pity the poor,
Just burns ‘em hollow till they ain’t no more.
Chorus:
Oh, salt and bone, grind me down,
Make me ghost ‘fore I hit the ground.
Sing me a song, won’t you, Lord of Stone?
Let me go home, let me go home.
Bridge:
Used to play songs, make taverns roar,
Now my lute’s just salt and sores.
But if I find that tune again,
I’ll sing ‘til the walls cave in…
Final Chorus:
Salt and bone, grind me down,
Take my voice, but not my sound.
Sing me a song, won’t you, Lord of Stone?
Let me go home…
(Let… me… go… home…)