Dripping, plopping in pots, it’s four o’clock, it’s got to stop
Trickling, sink to floor, he has to stop this leak
As he opens the door, waves roll over
Soaks the tiles as he heads for cover

She lies in some place forgotten, can’t find my Leatherman
She turns hex nuts, she cuts hose lines, can’t find my Leatherman
Can’t find my Leatherman
Can’t find my Leatherman
Oh, oh, oh

Checkin’ closet shelves
There’s no one else who seems to know
He swears himself

Memories back when screws were loose and long
And breaking out the best tool for the job
I swear it was here, now I swear it’s gone

She lies in some place forgotten, can’t find my Leatherman
She turns hex nuts, she cuts hose lines, can’t find my Leatherman
She lies in some place forgotten, can’t find my Leatherman
She turns hex nuts, she cuts hose lines, can’t find my Leatherman
Can’t find my Leatherman
Can’t find my Leatherman

She saws wood, yeah she’s a tool for every day
She pops tops, yeah that’s why she’ll be bought again
Can’t find my Leatherman
Can’t find my Leatherman
Can’t find my Leatherman
Can’t find my Leatherman