You dig down underground now
Through the soil, through the cooling clay
As the din fades above you
Youâre moving
Youâre secret
Youâre nowhere
Itâs all good
And no lights lead you onwards
No signs point you on your way
Just earth in all directions
Itâs endless
Itâs mapless
No compass
No north star
Youâre all gone âcause they canât find you
Youâre lost âcause they donât know the way
They blame themselves they blame each other
Theyâre angry
Theyâre sorry
Theyâre worried
You donât care
The shovels scrape somewhere up there
They just want to know if youâre OK
Morse code tapped with hammers
You hear it
You know it
Ignore it
Youâre on your way
Oh, but at some point youâve gotta come up for air
You wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair
Youâre blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair
You donât know anyone
You look around trying to find someone you know
You put your hand up in the air
Just kinda wave hello
But if they do care, oh, theyâre not letting it show
This canât be new to you
Thereâs a feeling coming back
Connected by a thread
Pulling at your hands like a spider web
Like a kite that isnât thereâŚ
If itâs a life of possibilities
That pulls you away that claws and tears
And challenges you to stay, well, then
If itâs a life of possibilities
That youâve gotta live then
Donât be surprised when they donât remember you
Or simply donât want to, yea yea yeaâŚ
