Out of the Ground

What a wreck of a day
What a wreck of a man I’ve become
And what a thing to say
But I said it I cut and run
I tried to divide myself by my desire
Follow a dream to its grave
But for all of the ways I bury myself
I begged and I pleaded to stay
What a price to pay
What a price to pay for wicked pride
And what a foolish way
Of abandoning all that you tried
Loyal’s a life for a dog on a leash
I was sure I was born with the hounds
But in all of the ways you bury yourself
The dogs dig you out of the ground
Now I wake in the day
When the sun is high in the sky
I’m sure I’m on my way
Or at least I’m not living a lie
Only to find myself looking behind
At the life for which I had been bound
'Cause in all of the ways I bury myself
I’m rising up out of the ground
Yes, in all of the ways I bury myself
I am rising up out of the ground