My Friend Thor

When you go back to Texas
take your hammer
Your saw, and your drum

We care what you've done
We'll never give up on you

The starlight is leaking through the holes in your ceiling
The sawdust collecting on your spoons and your bedding

Your draw is disturbing. Your sex drive, alarming
The hair on your body would clothe a small a nation
Your dogs smell like dead things.You work for perfection
You despise pretension,but you tolerate this
When we hit the black ice, then Thor saved our lives

We care who you are
We know what you do
And you are my star with your hammer
Your drum, and your saw