Everybody's Hurting (Dylan Jakob)

Been walking the dirt floor, my eyes are open Lord Where did you go, have we left you bored? On down this unholy well we rolled Stirring barrels in hell to be warm It's further back down than to high ground Only one thing is certain That's everybody Everybody's hurting 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 is certain That's everybody Everybody's hurting Through rolling acres of bone yards we drift Our spirits' been broken been splintered to bits Faith is believing what you ain't so My sweetheart we've got to learn to live with these ghosts They can't leave and we can't go We'd sell this valley if we could go up north Where the sun sets dripping buckets of gold Through snow topped thunderheads and rows of wind Clouds Coming down this mountain how sweet salvation sounds With our hands out like lowly pilgrims As the old men death salute the young ones in Already know what we're just learning That's everybody Everybody's hurting