Out of the Ground
What a wreck of a day,
what a wreck of a man
I've become.
What a thing to say,
but I said it, I cut and run.
I tried to divide myself by my desires,
follow a dream to its grave.
But for all of the ways I bury myself,
I begged and I pleaded to stay.
What a price to pay,
what a price to pay for
wicked pride.
What a foolish way
of abandoning
all that you tried.
Loyal's a life for
a dog on a leash,
I was sure I was born
with the hounds.
But in all of the ways
you bury yourself,
the dogs dig you
out of the ground.
Now I wake in the day
when the sun is high in the sky.
I'm sure I'm on my way
or at least I'm not living a lie.
Only to find myself
looking behind
at the life for which
I had been bound
Cuz in all of the ways
I bury myself,
I'm rising up
out of the ground.
Yes in all of the ways I
bury myself,
I am rising up
out of the ground.