A Seat At The Table Songtext / Lyric

I wanted to build a monument here

With my face in the dirt and my hands in the air

And no one came, and no one cared

So I gathered my bricks and I disappeared



Now someone waits beyond the rich

While you burn through your evenings with traps to build

When your day is done, when your minds at ease

I'll carve a name in your bedpost to remind you of me