A lot of work to be done here/Before the sun goes down/Keep turning these rocks over and over/Till we clear them out/Who knows how long the day will be?/I took a year to be empty/Laid my pen aside/You brought the word and you fed me/Then we set the field on fire/And from the ash rose a garden//All gain comes through loss/You burn away the dross/Every master builder must tear down to renovate/Take all the time you need/Make something out of me/Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate//Will you tell me the story/When I lose my faith/Will you whisper, remind me;/This is the way of grace/To take my rags, dress me like royalty// And from the ash rose a garden//All gain comes through loss/You burn away the dross/Every master builder must tear down to renovate/Take all the time you need/Make something out of me/Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate//You saw the fools gold/You recognized the footholds/You know how my aching arms try to hang the stars alone/I saw it all burn/And the flatbed of new wood/It was clear that you were here to build a home/You were here to build a home// And from the ash rose a garden//All gain comes through loss/You burn away the dross/Every master builder must tear down to renovate/Take all the time you need/Make something out of me/Oh, even if it means you tear me down to renovate
