The Dirt Whispered

• Rise Against
• Appeal To Reason

She got down on hands and knees

One ear against the ground

Holding her breath to hear something

But the dirt made not a sound, tonight

Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores

Where we danced just to please the gods that only ask for more

And so it goes

But still we give ourselves to this

We can’t spend our lives waiting to live

On cold nights

In a prayer for dawn

The daylight

Isn’t what she wants

The concrete

Calls my name again

I’m falling

Through the cracks I slip

The postcard says wish you were here

But I’d rather I was there

Holding on to the simple things before they disappear

That’s what I meant

But that was then, and this is now

I’ll make it up to you somehow

A destination, a fading smile

Another station, another mile

Another day gone, I swore that I will

Be there before dawn

So be there, I will

She got down on hands and knees

One ear against the ground

Holding her breath to hear something

Anything at all

The dirt whispered, “Child, I’m coming home”

The concrete

Calls my name again

I’m falling

Through the cracks I slip, I slip

Through the cracks I slip (Through the cracks I slip )

Through the cracks I slip