(We met dragging Main at Spanish Fork) (And he wasn't moving away from here, so it wasn't really) (And we could build a house here) (But...) Hope'll set your eyes agleam Like four feet dangling in the stream But the Kingdom of God, it's a pressure machine Every step gotta keep it clean A mattress on a hardwood floor Who could ever ask for more? I'll get up and cut the grass Ain't nothing wrong with working class I, I don't remember the last time You asked how I was Don't you feel the time slipping away? It ain't funny at all It's gonna break your heart one day Keep the debt cloud off the kids Only sunshine on their lids Jiminy Cricket and power wheels And memories of happy meals Sometimes I look at the stars And think about how small we are Sweating it out in the pressure machine Good 'til the last drop Why don't you say little things? Butterflies don't just dance on a string It feels like you clipped all their wings And every year goes by faster than the one before We've had that treadmill now for months I think she might've used it once If I shut my mouth and keep the peace She'll cook my eggs in bacon grease Life will grow you a big red rose Then rip it from beneath your nose Run it through the pressure machine And spit you out a name tag memory