Trying to remember the very last time I felt a simple thing going fast Was it the day in north Georgia When you were trying to take a bath? She sees the day lilies post inside And the tears spring to her eyes You turn the car around and your headed back down that track She’s had a heart attack But the bottle of Jack sits on the counter like the devil she knows And he beats her up as she fills her cup And the embers of a dying fire glow See how she looked in her school year book Her friends signed ‘imagine’ all around But would you stay in touch you know I miss you so much I hope we get out of this town Every day that you get up and force your cards Playing your story in fits and starts Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down to the stream And you bloody your hands digging for your dream I went looking for the answers from someone I heard believes that life gets easier And you learn how to breathe and you learn how to grieve your past You study the masters and their books Giving in to the barbs and hooks Till you accept it with grace when your true love doesn’t last Every day that you get up and force your cards Playing your story in fits and starts Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down to the stream And you bloody your hands digging for your dream Every day that you get up and force your cards You’re playing your story in fits and starts Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down to the stream And you bloody your hands digging for your dream Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down Take your prospects and your pickax and you trudge down