Everybody's Hurting

I've been walking the dirt floor
 My eyes are open, Lord
 Where did You go?
 Have we just left You bored?
 On down this unholy well
 We rolled Stirring barrels
 In hell to be warm
 It's further back down
 Than the high ground
 It ain't milk and honey
 We're moving 'round
 Only one thing is certain
 And that's everybody
 Everybody's hurting
 Now we come from the country
 Where the rain follows plow
 And the evenings are cold enough
 To pluck your feathers out
 We hear your engines
 Roaring deep and loud
 As we work the mules
 On this bludgeoned ground
 We've hunted these hills dry
 We've long outlasted the winter
 And our last wood pile
 Only one thing's certain
 And that's everybody
 Everybody's hurting
 Through rolling acres
 Of bone yards we drift
 Our spirit's been broken
 It's been splintered to bits
 Faith is believing
 What you see ain't so
 But my sweetheart
 We've got to learn
 To live with these ghosts
 They can't leave, we can't go
 Now we'd sell this valley if we could
 Go north where the sun sets
 Dripping buckets of gold
 Through snow-topped thunderheads
 And rows of moving clouds
 Coming down this mountain
 How sweet salvation sounds
 With our hands high
 Like lowly pilgrims
 As the old men dissolute
 The young ones in
 Already know what
 We're just learning
 That's everybody
 Everybody's hurting