I've 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

It ain't milk and honey

We're moving 'round Only one thing is certain

And that's everybody

Everybody's hurting Now 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's certain

And that's everybody

Everybody's hurting Through rolling acres

Of bone yards we drift

Our spirit's been broken

It's been splintered to bits Faith is believing

What you see ain't so

But my sweetheart

We've got to learn

To live with these ghosts They can't leave, we can't go Now 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 moving clouds

Coming down this mountain

How sweet salvation sounds With our hands high

Like lowly pilgrims

As the old men dissolute

The young ones in Already know what

We're just learning

That's everybody

Everybody's hurting