Holes

There's a picture frame hangin' at the end of the hall

Pile of dust on the floor where my fist met the drywall

That's my MO, leavin' something broke everywhere I go

Holes

There's a rusty old truck door sittin' in a field

That I filled full of buckshot every time i got

Mad at something over nothing didn't matter at all

Holes

In my life, down in my bones

From my heart, to my soul

There's a lonely space on the big brass bed where we first made love

And she laid head on my shoulder before I told it was over

Holes

There's a million conversations with my old man

'Bout who he was, and who I am

That I never had, I just wouldn't listen

I just kept digging myself down in 'em holes in my life

Down in my bones

From my heart, to my soul

Holes

Well I woke up today, put the shovel down

Stepped out of my haze, took a look around

Saw a ray of light shining through the clouds

So I climbed out

And I let it shine

Down in my bones

From my heart, right through my soul

Through all my holes

Through all these holes