Dirt Floor
Chris Whitley
There's a dirt floor underneath here
To receive us when changes fail
May this shovel loose you troubles
Let them fall away
Now the mist shall be your blanket
While the moss shall ease your head
As the future soon forgotten
While the dirt shall be your bed
There's a dirt floor underneath here
To receive us when changes fail
May this shovel loose you troubles
Let them fall away, let them fall away
Let them fall away