Hayley Reardon - Work More lyrics

Grown men used to lay a humble ear Flat on the dirt For a free consultation With a wise old earth But now its just the ground And everybody's trying to break it Gotta work our way up, up, up And away until we've made it So busy trying to go big We forget the way home So busy trying to produce We forget what we owe What we used to know A world where we dance like Steinbeck writes Where the dust lines the floor like lights Where the songs don't say get rich or die trying 'Cause you build the paper life and the paper still goes flying Can't you hear 'em Work more, what are you working for When the sweat don't taste the same? Big souls with little hands Trying to hold more than we can Before the world gets in the way Can't get the world out of our way Chorus Grown men used to lay a humble ear Flat on the dirt For a free consultation With a wise old earth But now its just the ground And everybody's trying to break it Gotta work our way up, up, up And away until we've made it