DESCRIPTION:
From the album Dear Puppeteer
Nathan Moore's website - http://nathansland.com/

Lyrics:

I was carved from a block of wood a thousand years old
by a boy who gave me my eyes and arms and legs.
He's getting pretty good at getting me to do as I'm told
but he can't hear me. I beg.

My six strings,
one head, one mouth
two hands, two feet.
My six strings
don't wanna, but I'm walkin'
but I'm walkin' down this model street.

Gonna write a letter

Dear Puppeteer,
I don't wanna play here
I don't wanna stay here
Dear Puppeteer.

Look close, look close you can almost see me breathing.
Look up, look up, there is a young man with a cross.
Some nights the lights just right so you can't see them,
but they are always there, so I'm aware who's boss.

My six strings,
one head, one mouth
two hands, two feet.
My six strings
without them I fall down in a heap.

Gonna write a letter

Dear Puppeteer,
I don't wanna play here
I don't wanna stay here
Dear Puppeteer.

To whom it may concern, yes I am complaining.
I've been thinking, and it's been hurting my brain.
I am always young, but he is aging.
It's different now, but some things never change.

My six strings,
one head, one mouth
two hands, two feet.
My six strings
I can't be still and still be me.

Gonna write that letter

Dear Puppeteer,
I don't wanna play here
I don't wanna stay here
Dear Puppeteer.
I don't wanna play here
I don't wanna stay here
Dear Puppeteer.