A Tool in the Box

Verse 1

I sit in the dust on the hardwood floor

Watching you open and close the heavy door

My hinges are dry and they start to squeak

But I stay quiet for the rest of the week

You lean your whole weight right on my frame

Even though you never do say my real name

Chorus

Because I like being used

No, I am not bruised

It just means I have a purpose here

It clears up the doubt and the fear

So pick me right up from the shelf

I am not here for myself

Verse 2

You carry me out in the pouring rain

Leaning on my back to handle the strain

The mud gets all over my shoes and my toes

And where we are going, only God knows

You drop me the second you reach your place

Leaving me to wipe the dirt from my face

Chorus

Because I like being used

No, I am not bruised

It just means I have a purpose here

It clears up the doubt and the fear

So pick me right up from the shelf

I am not here for myself

Bridge

A tool in the box just gets too cold

It starts to rust if it stays there untold

I would rather be worn completely to dust

Than sit in the dark and slowly rust

Go ahead and rub my surfaces raw

To be useful is the only real law

Outro

Go on and use up my breath

Take every hour of my day

Then you can throw me away

But I still played my part

I did my small share

I was glad to be there