The Balancing Act - Understanding Furniture lyrics

Mason was a soldier once but he won't tell you any tales He lives in the place out back but no once sends him any mail A private, driven man, he has no parts to spare I try to catch his eye as he goes down the stairs In the basement he makes furniture While he's talking to himself When he talks to the furniture Sometimes we send fo rhelp He lets his secrets go with a mallet and some pegs A chair that has one arm or a table with no legs He never speaks to me He'll never speak to you Mason understands furniture Is that enough? Idon't mind the noise he makes, It's because of where he's been It's his right to shut me out, still I wish he'd let me in If he were a friend of mine he might help me to know All the places that he's been not where I can go Mason was a soldier once, now he just takes medicine It leaves him speechless, it leaves me wondering About his shining path, the pictures on his shelf Anything to keep me from wondering about myself He never speaks to me He'll never speak to you Mason understands furniture Is that enough?