My days of wishful thinking,
Soldiers of sorrow sinking,
Words dance, beginning riddle,
And in the end, and in the middle,
Deep will I dig, I.

So here's a nickel for your time and a dollar for your dime,
Just another night of laying low,
I see the shovel in the hand of a wild-eyed man with a mission, and a goal below,
But I don't want to, you don't want to, we don't wanna know,
And forgotten are the cross, the naked, and the lost, and the lover of the tired and cold.

I've learned of this religion, but I've lost my peaceful vision,
Girl ghost is in the stairway; she likes it when I rub my eyes,
And deep will I dig, I.

So give a smile and a cringe to the lunatic fringe,
I'm a little tired of saying so,
See the spin and twirl of a wide-eyed girl still digging for an honest soul,
But I don't want to, you don't want to, we don't wanna know,
But dying on the cross for the sick and the lost is a lover that I long to know.

Useless and empty...is it'
World stupid, loveless limits,
Immune deficient fathers, sick sons and dying daughters,
Deep will I dig, I.

So here's a nickel for your time and a dollar for your dime,
Just another night of laying low,
I see the shovel in the hand of a wild-eyed man with a mission, and a goal below,
But I don't want to, you don't want to, we don't wanna know,
And forgotten are the cross, and the naked, and the lost, and the lover of the tired and cold,
So give a smile and a cringe to the lunatic fringe,
I'm a little tired of saying so,
I see the spin and twirl of a wide-eyed girl still digging for an honest soul,
But I don't want to, you don't want to, we don't wanna know,
But dying on the cross for the sick and the lost is a lover that I long to know.