frændeløs - pounding away for the joy of coming home

A raw, single-take acoustic performance — video shot on my mobile phone and audio recorded live in GarageBand at the same time. "pounding away for the joy of coming home" is about the long, heavy hours of a workday and the quiet relief of finally stepping through the door at the end of the day. Recorded live on mobile phone & in GarageBand. --- *Lyrics* Boots on the concrete Back aching hard Hands full of grit And a torn-up guard Boss kept shouting Day ran too long Still I kept moving Kept holding on 'Cause I know that door And I know that grin One warm step inside And it starts again Pounding away For the joy of coming home Pounding away Till I’m back where I belong Same old floor Same old song Pounding away For the joy of coming home Blacktop dust on my sleeves Rain on my face Lunch in my pocket Cold from the tray Meter keeps ticking Truck bed shakes But I see your window At the end of the day 'Cause I know that door And I know that grin One warm step inside And it starts again Pounding away For the joy of coming home Pounding away Till I’m back where I belong Same old floor Same old song Pounding away For the joy of coming home Let the miles get heavy Let the hours lean in I’ll take the rough road If it leads me in Pounding away For the joy of coming home Pounding away Till I’m back where I belong Same old floor Same old song Pounding away For the joy of coming home