The air lies still this night.
The sound of this cigarette as I draw it in
The stars are my witness as I survey the site
Looking out from this hill far above the tundra below.
Myriad of tiny lakes twinkle reflecting the heavens above
Trees are but long shadows without substance as the darkness unfolds.
Last day of silence before the show.
Another day done gone, Here comes the ache.
Muscles torn, body bruised.
Won't hear me complain
Ain't nothing grand
Ain't nothing new
It's nothing I can't get through
Compared to this pain of missing you.
New day about to dawn
Been hours since the engines fired up.
Steel to stone, grind and hammer away
Dust in the air with a diesel perfume.
12 hour days,12 hour nights
Slugging powder through mud and ice
Let it rain, let it snow and damn these mosquitoes.
Up that hill and down another hole.
Another day done gone, Here comes that familiar ache.
Muscles torn, body bruised.
Won't hear a complaint
Ain't nothing grand
Ain't nothing new
It's nothing we can't get through
Compared to this pain of missing you.
It's been a 21 run.
Soon the drills will shut down and the shot will pop off.
A million years of gods work before us
3.6 seconds and it's all gone.
Our bags are packed, now comes the fun.
The jokes and stories resound.
Calloused hands, grease stained skin
Torn up boots and bearded faces.
Packed in the flight to make the journey home
Another day done gone, Here comes that familiar ache.
Muscles torn, body bruised.
Won't hear a complaint
Ain't nothing grand
Ain't nothing new
It's nothing we can't get through
Compared to this pain of missing you.
Another run done, aches begin to fade
Muscles healing, bruises faint.
Won't hear a complaint
Ain't nothing grand
Ain't nothing new
All grateful to have made it through
All for the joy of coming home to
you.
