[Verse 1]
Sault Ste. Marie, November of eighty-seven
Four days laying down commercial carpet tile
Seaway Hotel by the bridge, second floor
Checked out at dawn with the six-cylinder running

[Chorus]
I left my limbs in a motel drawer
In eighty-seven
I left my limbs in a motel drawer
In eighty-seven

[Verse 2]
Grip-in-mold Snap-on, seventy-pound burgundy box
Held the offset driver dad snapped clean in two
Ball-peen hammer handle cracked like kindling
Fish tape coiled inside like the rosary beads

[Chorus]
I left my limbs in a motel drawer
In eighty-seven
I left my limbs in a motel drawer
In eighty-seven

[Verse 3]
Dream of that steel more than I dream of her face
Thirty years, still wake up reaching for air
Reaching for handles that aren't on my belt
Like I left my fingers in the drawer

[Outro]
Seventy pounds of Snap-on steel
Sleeping in the Sault