Life of Possibilities

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
 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 OK
 Morse code tapped with hammers
 You hear it
 You know it
 Ignore it
 You're on your way
 Oh, but at some point you've gotta 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
 Just 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 a thread
 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 gotta live then
 Don't be surprised when they don't remember you
 Or simply don't want to, yea yea yea...