For thirty years of my life I worked in the fires Smelting and shaping and pounding iron Little by little, it began to take shape The most beautiful thing that I ever did make A nine pound hammer of gold with a hilt made of oak That I sanded and polished each day till it glowed And I let myself dream that my hammer and me Would one day be destined to build great things But no buildings got made, the dream started to fade Instead of constructing, I could only cause pain And I saw why my dream was destined to fail Because when you’re holding a hammer The whole world looks like a nail So I'm putting my hammer away And I'm trying to transform my pain I know I’ll keep building, but it can’t be this way Yeah I'm putting my hammer away