Digging For Your Dream

Trying to remember the very last time

I felt a simple thing going fast

Was it the day in north Georgia

When you were trying to take a bath?

She sees the day lilies post inside

And the tears spring to her eyes

You turn the car around and your 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 as she fills her cup

And the embers of a dying fire glow

See how she looked in her school year book

Her friends signed ‘imagine’ all around

But would you stay in touch you know I miss you so much

I hope we get out of this town

Every day that you get up and force your cards

Playing your story in fits and starts

Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down to the stream

And you bloody your hands digging for your dream

I went looking 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

Giving in to the barbs and hooks

Till you accept it with grace when your true love doesn’t last

Every day that you get up and force your cards

Playing your story in fits and starts

Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down to the stream

And you bloody your hands digging for your dream

Every day that you get up and force your cards

You’re playing your story in fits and starts

Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down to the stream

And you bloody your hands digging for your dream

Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down

Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down

Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down