Liner Notes
[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
My Queue
From the archive
From the archive
The Toolbox (Left in the Seaway Hotel, 1987)