You try, you try, you strive
You aim to please
But nobody cares, nobody sees
I have a taste for talent wasted
Oh, waste it on me, waste it on me
 [bad word] 

Bury your shovel by the door
Nail your hammer to the floor 
This job is for a gentle hand
You have so much love to give
And I am here to [bad word] it 
As long as you've got time to spend
And Ill be the kind of work…
That appreciates your hands

Verse 2:

You're a hero gone to waste 
Untouched, unused
(But) I've never been 
This beautifully rescued 
Medals on your chest No one salutes 
I am in debt; I don't deserve you