[Verse 1]
Do the years add up to the suck and the blow
Of a breath and a beating heart
There must be more
You can wash your face with a sunset song
But the lines will still remain
They'll never be gone

Will you bully your land with a furrowed brow
But king harvest leaves
With a thinning crown
You may bow your head as the hair recedes
But it's filled with years
That no one can steal

[Chorus]
When the work stops working
What was light becomes a weight
When the work stops working
Shall we pack it all in
When the work stops working
And the weight becomes an ache
When the work stops working
Shall we pack it all in
Or start again
[Verse 2]
Ah, the search for answers is an idiot's task
I'm not halfway there
But don't want to ask
The search gives a glint to the older eye
And I'll keep on looking
Till the day I die

Is the work half-worth when your hands grow raw
When your knees keep creaking
Like an old barn door
The gloves of love become an old man's friend
And you'll learn to make a stand
Not to stoop and bend

[Chorus]
When the work stops working
What was light becomes a weight
When the work stops working
Shall we pack it all in
When the work stops working
And the weight becomes an ache
When the work stops working
Shall we pack it all in
Or start again
[Verse 3]
The lines remain and they will never be gone
All life is filled with years no one can steal
I'll keep on looking till the day I die
I'll learn to make stand and not stoop and bend

[Chorus]
When the work stops working
What was light becomes a weight
When the work stops working
Shall we pack it all in
When the work stops working
And the weight becomes an ache
When the work stops working
Shall we pack it all in
Or start again