Home Lyrics - Delta Spirit

Be like a rug, hashed out in club 

And it's all for my better men 

I'll give you a rib, with the mirror all dried up 

When it's not much but a widow's gift 

In the right raise of sun 

If you squint hard enough 

There can be only one like it 

I'd write you a song, for all men to be one 

And I'll sing it from a place of pride 

I can sing over most and I'd gladly be the host 

But most often I just hang my head and cry 

There's a song beneath the earth 

There is eyes within the dirt 

Under the nails of a working man 

Drug in by the rain, all the crooked ways I think 

A wish as in a mood to die 

But life, it is good, no matter how far you sink 

Sometimes sitting still is better than to drop 

When you're down in a hole 

When your heart's weighed down like gold 

There is a hand that can reach you there