[Verse 1]

Do the years add up to the suck and the blow

Of a breath and a beating heart

There must be more

You can wash your face with a sunset song

But the lines will still remain

They'll never be gone

Will you bully your land with a furrowed brow

But king harvest leaves

With a thinning crown

You may bow your head as the hair recedes

But it's filled with years

That no one can steal

[Chorus]

When the work stops working

What was light becomes a weight

When the work stops working

Shall we pack it all in

When the work stops working

And the weight becomes an ache

When the work stops working

Shall we pack it all in

Or start again

[Verse 2]

Ah, the search for answers is an idiot's task

I'm not halfway there

But don't want to ask

The search gives a glint to the older eye

And I'll keep on looking

Till the day I die

Is the work half-worth when your hands grow raw

When your knees keep creaking

Like an old barn door

The gloves of love become an old man's friend

And you'll learn to make a stand

Not to stoop and bend

[Chorus]

When the work stops working

What was light becomes a weight

When the work stops working

Shall we pack it all in

When the work stops working

And the weight becomes an ache

When the work stops working

Shall we pack it all in

Or start again

[Verse 3]

The lines remain and they will never be gone

All life is filled with years no one can steal

I'll keep on looking till the day I die

I'll learn to make stand and not stoop and bend

[Chorus]

When the work stops working

What was light becomes a weight

When the work stops working

Shall we pack it all in

When the work stops working

And the weight becomes an ache

When the work stops working

Shall we pack it all in

Or start again