Digging for Your Dream

I'm trying to remember the very last time I felt a simple

Thing going past. Was it the day in north Georgia you were

Trying to take her back. She sees the day lilies for sale sign

And the tears spring to her eyes. You turned the car around

You 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. He beats her up as she fills

Her cup and the embers of a dying fire glow.

You see how she looked in her school yearbook.

Her friends signed the margins all around, would you stay in

Touch you know I'll 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

Playing your story in fists ans starts. You take your prospects

And your pick axe 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. You learn how to breathe or you lern how to grieve the past.

You study the masters and their books giving in to the barbs and hooks.

Till you execpt it with grace when your true love doesn't last.

Every day that you get up and force your cards. You're

Playing your story in fists ans starts. You take your prospects

And your pick axe and you trudge down to the stream.

And you bloody your hands digging for your dream.