Contextual Analysis of "clay" in Lyrics

now it ain't my fault that the fields are muddy

and it's under my nails and it's under my collar

water

air to carry you

my fair lady

wood and clay

everybody wants somebody

everybody wants somebody

you're an artist and a potter

you make all things work together

your flesh is soft

flesh is easy to shape

the blood hounds found their grave

so i just sit and listen

baby

years of yearning spent for you

there ain't left but half as many

in the clay

you are the potter

so have your way. work on me

you're an artist and a potter

you make all things work together

and prayed for the day when we had girls that looked good and drank beer. our lives were filled with nervous excitement as we waited for that epic fight

and the history they'd make. so don't turn away

i wasn't afforded a love

i wasn't accorded a stop

all our drinks are moonlight made

all them boys in fords and chevrolets

is heaven so lonely? i'll know soon enough

dark as a mine

feel that rain

i am free as any man

lord

have thine own way

i keep falling

i keep falling

so he slipped away one night 'neath the harvest moon

but the city's call pulled him away

maybe we were wrong to keep it so long

flying far