Out of the Ground

What a wreck of a day

What a wreck of a man I've become

And what a thing to say

But I said it I cut and run

I tried to divide myself by my desire

Follow a dream to its grave

But for all of the ways I bury myself

I begged and I pleaded to stay

What a price to pay

What a price to pay for wicked pride

And what a foolish way

Of abandoning all that you tried

Loyal's a life for a dog on a leash

I was sure I was born with the hounds

But in all of the ways you bury yourself

The dogs dig you out of the ground

Now I wake in the day

When the sun is high in the sky

I'm sure I'm on my way

Or at least I'm not living a lie

Only to find myself looking behind

At the life for which I had been bound

'Cause in all of the ways I bury myself

I'm rising up out of the ground

Yes, in all of the ways I bury myself

I am rising up out of the ground