Lyrics

I’ve been walking around for so long
I can’t find the place I belong
I say I’m looking for something with soul
But I’m just shoveling dirt in a hole
So I sit at this bar ‘till I go
Shoveling dirt in a hole
I’m not working on anything new
Just rehashing something old

How do I describe a day like this?
It’s less like a rain than a mist
It’s more like an ache than a pain
Somewhere between mad and insane
Out where the gravestones grow
He was shoveling dirt in a hole
In the predawn, November black
Every spade full he throws, you know
You’ll never get back

I drove by that place we used to stay
Like a ghost who can’t get away
A brand new pickup was parked out back
A four-wheel drive with a rifle rack
And a girl outside with a kid on her hip
Eyes like rain and a ring through her lip
It made me think of something you used to say
And it made me feel so…..

In a spiral bound notebook you’ll try to repent
But none of the words make any sense
Everything you write just ends up wrong
In the illusive last verse of your final song

Get up boy now it’s time to go
There’s your shovel and there’s your hole