Oil & Gold

Well I've walked a thousand miles with a thought in my head Through the rain and sleet and snow and every word he said It was time for me to go, I just could not pretend that I wanted it too. That I wanted it too Now I'm working my heart into the ground Trying to find something that can't be found. Breaking my fingers, breaking my back. Searching for a needle in a hay stack Searching for a needle in a hay stack Drilling for oil, mining for gold Looking for a love that never gets old Drilling for oil, mining for gold Looking for a love that never gets old So I'll draw a map to follow, find the lay of the land Make a compass to the heart of one who'll understand And I'll gather up my scars, oh I'll endure all I can Just to bring me to you, to bring me to you... Drilling for oil, mining for gold Looking for a love that never gets old...