Trying to remember the very last time 

I felt a simple thing going past 

Was it the day in old Georgia 

When you were trying to take a bath? 

She sees the Day Lily's Boston sign 

And the tears spring to her eyes 

You turn the car around and your headed back down that track 



She's had a heart attack 

But the bottle of Jack sits on the counter like the devil she knows 

And he beats her up and she fills her cup 

With the ambers of a dying fire glow 

See how she looked in her school year book 

Her friends signed the margins all around 

But would you stay in touch you know I miss you so much 

I hope we get out of this town 



Every day that you get up and force your cards 

Playing your story in fits and starts 

Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream 

And you bloody your hands digging for your dream 



I went looking for the answers from someone I heard believes that life gets easier 

And you learn how to breathe and you learn how to grieve your past 

You study the masters and their books 

Giving in to the barbs and hooks 

Till you except it with grace when your true love doesn't last 



Every day that you get up and force your cards 

Playing your story in fits and starts 

Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream 

And you bloody your hands digging for your dream 



Every day that you get up and force your cards 

You're playing your story in fits and starts 

Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream 

And you bloody your hands digging for your dream 



Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down 

Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down 

Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down