Dig, dig in the earth
fingers and dirt
face stuck with soot
the whites of your eyes
bright and clear
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
chains, chains at my feet
climb the debris
heartbeat and breathe
the dust in the air
family so far
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
stars, fade in the sky
the dying light
wandering child
stares up in glee
hoping to leave
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
slow, slow afternoon
then lights off the roof
from chaos to mute
blank hopeful stares
waiting for more
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
grandfather and father
and son to son
the changing stories
and changing tongues
bounce like signals
off of the sun
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
Dig, dig in the earth
fingers and dirt
face stuck with soot
the whites of your eyes
bright and clear
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
chains, chains at my feet
climb the debris
heartbeat and breathe
the dust in the air
family so far
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
stars, fade in the sky
the dying light
wandering child
stares up in glee
hoping to leave
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
slow, slow afternoon
then lights off the roof
from chaos to mute
blank hopeful stares
waiting for more
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun
grandfather and father
and son to son
the changing stories
and changing tongues
bounce like signals
off of the sun
down under, mining
in the night
the night
the night
In the morning
in the morning there'll be sun