The Plumb Line

[Verse 1]
David bend di tenpenny nail pon di cedar plank.
Tuesday, just before di sun get cruel and rank.
Him pocket di extra foot a copper wire, slick and slow.
Look pon me and smile like is a seed him just a-sow.

[Chorus]
And now di whole house lean, it lean pon what him do.
How I fit mi square to a joint dat isn't true?
Di plumb line swing and settle pon a silent kind a-wrong.
And you a ask me how mi day was long.

[Verse 2]
"Is just a likkle trim," him seh, "di boss man nah miss it."
But di grain of di thing, it run against di spirit.
Him take it up so easy, like him born with crooked hand.
A splinter a truth now buried in dis promised land.

[Chorus]
And now di whole house lean, it lean pon what him do.
How I fit mi square to a joint dat isn't true?
Di plumb line swing and settle pon a silent kind a-wrong.
And you a ask me how mi day was long.

[Bridge]
If mi talk, di friendship crack right down di grain.
If mi quiet, di silence feel like November rain.
Mi measure twice, but di cut still feel like sin.
Which board mi pull fi let di right light in?

[Chorus]
And now di whole house lean, it lean pon what him do.
How I fit mi square to a joint dat isn't true?
Di plumb line swing and settle pon a silent kind a-wrong.
Tell me, Simone, how your day was long?

[Outro]
Yeah... di plumb line swing.
Tell me di level thing...