Everybody's Hurting

Been walking the dirt floor, my eyes are open Lord

Where did you go, have we just left you bored?

On down this unholy well we rolled

Stirring barrels in hell to be warm

It's further back down than the high ground

Ain't milk and honey, we're movin' round

Only one thing is certain

That's everybody

Everybody's hurting

We come from the country where the rain follows plow

And the evenings are cold enough to pluck your feathers

out

We hear your engines roaring deep and loud

As we work the mules on this bludgeoned ground

We've hunted these hills dry

We've long outlasted the winter and our last wood pile

Only one thing is certain

That's everybody

Everybody's hurting

Through rolling acres of boneyards we drift

Our spirits' been broken been splintered to bits

Faith is believing what you see ain't so

My sweetheart we've got to learn to live with these ghosts

They can't leave; we can't go

We'd sell this valley if we could go north

Where the sun sets dripping buckets of gold

Through snow topped thunderheads and rows of wind

clouds

Coming down this mountain how sweet salvation sounds

With our hands out like lowly pilgrims

As the old men death salute the young ones in

Already know what we're just learning

That's everybody

Everybody's hurting