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 way 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