So you've been a handyman
Been place to place
So you've given out a great big hand
Going place to place
It does matter
No
All that matter is
You're not at home
I am sick of the attitude
You just do what you do
You visit strangers near and far
But you forget whose in you're house
I have sitting like a mouse
But now I say to you
I wont be here
When you come from highway 22
So you've been a handyman
Been place to place
So you've given out a great big hand
Going place to place
It doesn't matter
No
All that matter is
You're not at home
I am sick of the dishes
That say of your last goodbye
I have been sitting sobbing
While you greet strangers with a twinkle in your eye
I have been too good to you
But now I say to you
I won't be here, waiting
When you get back from highway 22
So you've been a handyman
Been place to place
So you've given out a great big hand
Going place to place
It doesn't matter
No
All that matter is
You're not at home
So you've been a handyman
Been place to place
So you've given out a great big hand
Going place to place
It doesn't matter
No
All that matter is
You're not at home
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