Picking up pieces as I go Put ‘em in my pocket, ya never know I’ll fit it all together when I can Just working with what I have at hand

I learned to play guitar missing a couple of strings Punk rock sounded fine But my love songs had a dreadful ring When I tried to sing

Now I’m filling in the gaps While I read the subway maps Trying to figure out where I am Just working with what I have at hand

I’ve thrown the puzzle pieces on the floor Not knowing where they go or what they’re for It’s like following Directions written in the swirling sand And babe I tell ya I’m doing — The best I can

Trying to build a table out a scraps of wood Hammering these nail feels so good Got a chair for you got a chair for me Sitting down to eat with the family

I didn’t have much in the years when I was young Daddy made sure we never went hungry But we were bottom rung The word was on the tip of my tongue

Morning brings a different day As I gather my thoughts to pray I’m just thankful for the plan Working with what I have at hand