The Dirt Whispered

She got down on hands and knees
One ear against the ground
Holding her breath to hear something
But the dirt made not a sound tonight

Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores
Where we danced just to please the gods
That only ask for more
And so it goes
But still we give ourselves to this
We can't spend our lives waiting to live

On cold nights in a prayer for dawn
The daylight isn't what she wants
The concrete calls my name again
I'm falling through the cracks I slip

The postcard says "Wish you were here"
I'd rather I was there
Holding on to the simple things before they disappear
That's what I meant
But that was then and this is now
I'll make it up to you somehow

On cold nights in a prayer for dawn
The daylight isn't what she wants
The concrete calls my name again
I'm falling through the cracks I slip

A destination, a fading smile
Another station, another mile
Another day gone, but I swore that I will
Be there before dawn
So be there, I will

She got down on hands and knees
One ear against the ground
Holding her breath to hear something anything at all
The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home"

On cold nights in a prayer for dawn
The daylight isn't what she wants
The concrete calls my name again
I'm falling through the cracks I slip, I slip
Through the cracks I slip (Through the cracks I slip)
Through the cracks I slip