Desk Full of Things

When there's thingsTo think, and dreams to look back onAnd we can't letWe let goWhen there's thingsTo think, and dreams to look back onAnd you don't see the pain inThe light, I guess we must haveBeen livin' in a cheap old dingy for the last few years(Cold, Drought Husbandless)I'm talkin' to a cop a man can't help but think this kind of thingHas never also loved a cop in universitySo I grabbed a cold beer and the kids are all playin' without youI think it's cool but I think it's wrongSo I'm a busier manI can kick a grown man through.