You dig down underground now

Through the soil, through the cooling clay

As the din fades above you

You're moving

You're secret

You're nowhere

It's all good

And no lights lead you onwards

No signs point you on your way

Just earth in all directions

It's endless

It's mapless

No compass

No north star

You're all gone ‘cause they can't find you

You're lost ‘cause they don't know the way

They blame themselves they blame each other

They're angry

They're sorry

They're worried

You don't care

The shovels scrape somewhere up there

They just want to know if you're OK

Morse code tapped with hammers

You hear it

You know it

Ignore it

You're on your way

Oh, but at some point you've gotta come up for air

You wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair

You're blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair

You don't know anyone

You look around trying to find someone you know

You put your hand up in the air

Just kinda wave hello

But if they do care, oh, they're not letting it show

This can't be new to you

There's a feeling coming back

Connected by a thread

Pulling at your hands like a spider web

Like a kite that isn't there…

If it's a life of possibilities

That pulls you away that claws and tears

And challenges you to stay, well, then

If it's a life of possibilities

That you've gotta live then

Don't be surprised when they don't remember you

Or simply don't want to, yea yea yea…