A Life of Possibilities - The Dismemberment Plan

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

You’re 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 okay

Morse code tapped with hammers

You hear it You know it Ignore it You’re on your way

Oh, but some point, oh, you’ve got to 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, you 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 one thread

It’s 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 got to live

Then don’t be surprised when they don’t remember you

Or simply don’t want to, yeah yeah yeah