Still Wilson - Lovely Mess Lyrics

If you need to find me, I'll be at my grinding stone
It's where I make a little something for my own
Can't say I really mind that each day's a bit the same
I just want to leave a good mark on my name
Sure, I've laid all my cards out on the table
And I'm neck deep but ready and able
We're all in it, yes, you're in it, too
And if I'm honest, I really must confess
I find the whole affair to be a lovely mess
Every single day I've got to muscle up behind the plow
I've got mouths I need to feed you know; some way, some how
I'm no man's judge, I'm no man's jury
I harbor no blame, I harbor no fury
But it's plain to see there's too many kings
And too many thrones with hearts turning to stone
You see, we're all in it, yes, you're in it, too
And if I'm honest, I really should confess
I find the whole affair to be a lovely mess