Digging For Your Dream

Tryna remember the very last time

I felt a simple thing going past

Was it the day in

Old Georgia

You were tryna take a bath?

She sees the daylilies post inside

And the tears spring to her eyes

You turn the car around and you're

Headed back down that track

She's had a heart attack

But the bottle of

Jack sits on the counter

Like the devil she knows

And he beats her up and she fills her cup

In the ambers of a dime fire glow

See how she looked in her school year book

Her friends signed imagines all around

But would you stay in touch you know

I miss you so much and

I hope we get out of this town

Every day that you get up and force your cards

You're playin' your story in fits and stars

You take your prospects and your pickaxe

And you trudge down to the stream

And you bloody your hands diggin' for your dream

I went lookin' for the answers from someone

I heard believes that life gets easier

And you learn how to breathe and you learn

How to grieve your past

You study the masters and their books

Givin' in to the barbs and hooks

Till you except it with grace

When your true love doesn't last

Every day that you get up and force your cards

You're playin' your story in fits and stars

You take your prospects and your pickaxe

And you trudge down to the stream

And you bloody your hands diggin' for your dream

Every day that you get up and force your cards

You're playin' your story in fits and stars

Your take your prospects and your pickaxe

And you trudge down to the stream

And you bloody your hands diggin' for your dream

Every day, every day that you go down, down, down

You will bloody, you will bloody your hands

Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down

You take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down

You take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down

You take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down