Everybody's Hurting

I've been walking the dirt floor My eyes are open, Lord Where did You go? Have we just left You bored? On down this unholy well We rolled Stirring barrels In hell to be warm It's further back down Than the high ground It ain't milk and honey We're moving 'round Only one thing is certain And that's everybody Everybody's hurting Now we come from the country Where the rain follows plow And the evenings are cold enough To pluck your feathers out We hear your engines Roaring deep and loud As we work the mules On this bludgeoned ground We've hunted these hills dry We've long outlasted the winter And our last wood pile Only one thing's certain And that's everybody Everybody's hurting Through rolling acres Of bone yards we drift Our spirit's been broken It's been splintered to bits Faith is believing What you see ain't so But my sweetheart We've got to learn To live with these ghosts They can't leave, we can't go Now we'd sell this valley if we could Go north where the sun sets Dripping buckets of gold Through snow-topped thunderheads And rows of moving clouds Coming down this mountain How sweet salvation sounds With our hands high Like lowly pilgrims As the old men dissolute The young ones in Already know what We're just learning That's everybody Everybody's hurting