Out Of The Dirt

Out of the dirt, out of the dirt
Back into the dirt we go
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Looking for a way back home
How do I sleep, how do I sleep?
Sleeping pretty good at night
Riding a wave, riding a wave
Dreaming of a wave so high

Hand full of thorns pulled from my side
Crown made of make believe, dreaming of a wave so high

Sing me a song before we all fade
All of the secret words
Written underneath the paint

Out of the dirt, out of the dirt
Back into the dirt we go
Nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Looking for a way back home

Susan gave me twelve tones, showed up at my door
With a painting of the moon behind a wave
Numbers of the Pantones shining on the floor
And they're changing with the colors of the day

We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again someday
We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again some day

Susan gave me twelve tones, showed up at my door
With a painting of the moon behind a wave
Numbers of the Pantones shining on the floor
And they're changing with the colors of the day

We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again someday
We will meet, we will meet
We will meet again someday

Out of the dirt, into the clouds
Bucket of rain, back in the ground
Out of the dirt, into the clouds
Bucketful of rain, back into the ground
Out of the dirt, into the clouds
Bucket of rain, back in the ground
Out of the dirt, into the clouds
Bucketful of rain, back into the ground