My days of wishful thinking
Soldiers of sorrow sinking
Words dance, beginning riddle
And in the end, and in the middle
Deep will I dig, I

Here's a nickel for your time and a dollar for your dime
Just another night of laying low
I see a shovel in the hand of a wild-eyed man
With a mission and a goal below
But I don't want to, you don't want to
We don't want to know
And forgotten are the cross, and the naked and the lost
And the lover of the tired and cold

I've learned of this religion
But I've lost my peaceful vision
Girl ghost is in the stairway
She likes it when I rub my eyes
Deep will I dig, I

So give a smile and a cringe to the lunatic fringe
I'm a little tired of saying so
See the spin and the whirl of a wide-eyed girl
Still digging for an honest soul
But I don't want to, you don't want to
We don't want to know
And dying on the cross for the sick and the lost
Is the lover that I long to know

Useless and empty...is it?
World stupid, loveless limits
With immune-deficient fathers
Sick sons and dying daughters
Deep will i dig, I