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I drive through the dark
Just to hear a word
Whispers of names I’ve never even heard
Blame it on the world
Blame it on me
For a lack of a role I couldn’t serve
Oooo…
Do I push on through?
Oooo…
Oh my love, you’re the mineral
You’re the soil at my feet
You’re the headache and the keepsake
Of the spirit in my drink
You’re the first to leave your funeral
You’ve got so many places to be
In the harvest, in the heartache
I know you’ll come back to me
You’re the god damn life of the party
A free-falling feather just plucked from a bird
And when the gun goes off and you’re starting
About to take everything for all that it’s worth
And your knees might fall to the ground
Knocked in the back by something unseen
All the money tucked in your pocket
Could never predict who you just might be
Oh my love, you’re the mineral
You’re the soil at my feet
You’re the headache and the keepsake
Of the spirit in my drink
You’re the first to leave your funeral
You’ve got so many places to be
In the harvest, in the heartache
I know you’ll come back to me