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"If I tell you I'm strong will you play along?
Will you see I'm as insecure as anybody else?"
DAVE MATTHEWS BAND
DIGGING A DITCH
Run to your dreaming, when you’re alone
Unplug the TV and turn off the phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I’m
Digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I’m old
Digging a ditch my story’s told
Where all these troubles weigh down on me will rise
Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Where all these questions spinnin' around in my head will die
Will die
Will die
Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Unplug the TV and turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I’m
Digging a ditch where madness gives
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I’m through
Digging this ditch I’m digging for you
Where all these disappointments that grow angry out of me will die
Where all these habits that hold heavy on my heart will die
Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Not what you should be or what you’ve become
Just get heavy on with digging your ditch
Cause I’m
Digging a ditch where madness gives a bit
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Where all these troubles weigh down on me will rise
Will rise
Will rise
Will rise
Run to your dreaming when you’re alone
Unplug the TV and turn off your phone
Get heavy on with digging your ditch
| Ants Marching |
| He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing These crimes between us grow deeper Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well his concerns He forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die Driving in on this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged No time to exchange And all the little ants are marching Red and black antennas waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way Candyman tempting the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss Program cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut, cut On the fence, could not to offend Cut, cut, cut, cut Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die |
"Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars?"
if i had my way, Gold 90.5 would be playing this song!