Lyrics

Dear Henry, I still have my job
But my fingers ache and my eyelids are red
I sew and stitch well past my hour to stop
No I just cant ever finish off this thread

So at night my mind begins to swim
And as I press another hundred seams
I pray to pay my debt qnd see you again
If I could I’d keep on sewing in my dreams

Cuz I know I’m gonna get out of here someday honey
Oh I know one day I’ll have enough of money, one day

Sometimes I pretend youre here
Breathing beside me on my cold dirt floor
And I imagine you so soft yet clear
So we can sleep upon my bed of straw
And hold each other warm forever more

Oh I know I’m gonna get out of here someday honey
Oh I know one day I’ll have enough of money, one day
One day
One day
Oh honey
One day