You dig down underground now    Through the soil, through the cooling clay    As the din fades above you    You’re moving    You’re secret    You’re nowhere    It’s all good    And no lights lead you onwards    No signs point you on your way    Just earth in all directions    It’s endless    It’s mapless    No compass    No north star    You’re all gone ‘cause they can’t find you    You’re lost ‘cause they don’t know the way    They blame themselves they blame each other    They’re angry    They’re sorry    They’re worried    You don’t care    The shovels scrape somewhere up there    They just want to know if you’re OK    Morse code tapped with hammers    You hear it    You know it    Ignore it    You’re on your way    Oh, but at some point you’ve gotta come up for air    You wipe the rocks and mud and dirt out of your hair    You’re blind and queasy with a growing sense of despair    You don’t know anyone    You look around trying to find someone you know    You put your hand up in the air    Just kinda wave hello    But if they do care, oh, they’re not letting it show    This can’t be new to you    There’s a feeling coming back    Connected by a thread    Pulling at your hands like a spider web    Like a kite that isn’t there…    If it’s a life of possibilities    That pulls you away that claws and tears    And challenges you to stay, well, then    If it’s a life of possibilities    That you’ve gotta live then    Don’t be surprised when they don’t remember you    Or simply don’t want to, yea yea yea…