Out Of The Dirt

Out of the dirt, out of the dirt, back into the dirt we go Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, looking for a way back home How do I sleep? How do I sleep? Sleeping pretty good at night Riding a wave, riding a wave, dreaming of a wave so high Hand full of thorns Pulled from my side Crown made of make believe Dreaming of a wave so high Sing me a song Before we all fade All of the secret words Written underneath the paint Out of the dirt, out of the dirt, back into the dirt we go Nothing to lose, nothing to lose, looking for a way back home Susan gave me 12 tones, showed up at my door With a painting of the moon behind a wave Numbers of the Pantone shining on the floor And they're changing with the colors of the day We will meet, we will meet We will meet again someday We will meet, we will meet We will meet again someday Susan gave me 12 tones, showed up at my door With a painting of the moon behind a wave Numbers of the Pantone shining on the floor And they're changing with the colors of the day We will meet, we will meet We will meet again someday We will meet, we will meet We will meet again someday Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucket of rain, back in the ground Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucketful of rain, back into the ground Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucket of rain, back in the ground Out of the dirt, into the clouds, bucketful of rain, back into the ground