Crooked Timber Songtext
von daybed

I was hewn from the same crooked timber as my father′s father before me
I was cut down and made into a boat that wouldn't support me
I was built into a ladder that I thought I could climb to the sun
But in reality the best of me remains in the tree I am from

I′m tired of having to bend and sway with the others just like myself
Bent and knotted with nothing to say, my wood seems to have rotted as well
I used to think that it would be thinking that kept me alive
But lately thinkings been killing me, more and more I don't know what is right