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 boneyards 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