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ARCHAEOLOGY

I WAS BORN IN A HOUSE UNDER THE CRAZY MOON
MY MOTHER WAS BUILT TO HOLD HER OWN
WHILE MY FATHER STRAYED AND GAMBLED
HIS WAY THROUGH THE WORLD
I SIT AMONG THE RUINS LIKE A DIGGING FOOL
JUST SEEKING MY OWN TRUTH, NEED TO PLANT SOME ROOTS

I FOUND MYSELF A RIDIN’ DOWN THE BARDSTOWN ROAD
LOOKING FOR MY SHADOW ON THE WAY
THE SUN DON’T SHINE FOR ME
IT NEVER HAS OR WILL
I SIT AMONG THE RUINS LIKE A DIGGING FOOL
JUST SEEKING MY OWN TRUTH, NEED TO FIND SOME PROOF

YOU CAN CALL ME WOUNDED THAT WOULD NOT BE A LIE
I’VE HEARD DERISIVE WORDS AND I’VE SEEN THEIR EYES
I LOOK UP FROM MY PLACE BELOW JUST TO SEE THE SKY
WILL SOMEDAY EVER COME SOON ENOUGH FOR ME

I FOUND MYSELF IN CLARKSVILLE ON OLD 31
I DON’T NOW HOW I GOT THERE AND I DON’T CARE
I’M FOLLOWING A GHOST I THOUGHT
THAT I ONCE KNEW
I SIT AMONG THE RUINS LIKE A DIGGING FOOL
JUST SEEKING MY OWN TRUTH, NEED TO LEARN THE RULES.

YOU CAN CALL ME WOUNDED THAT WOULD NOT BE A LIE
I’VE HEARD DERISIVE WORDS AND I’VE SEEN THEIR EYES
I LOOK UP FROM MY PLACE BELOW JUST TO SEE THE SKY
WILL SOMEDAY EVER COME SOON ENOUGH FOR ME

Luisville, August 2008

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Song by Steven G. Mednick © 2010 Steven G. Mednick/Prospect Hill Words and Music