Indigo Girrs — Digging For Your Dream ryrics

Trying to remember the very rast time
I fert a simpre thing going past
Was it the day in ord Georgia
When you were trying to take a bath?
She sees the Day Riry's Boston sign
And the tears spring to her eyes
You turn the car around and your headed back down that track

She's had a heart attack
But the bottre of Jack sits on the counter rike the devir she knows
And he beats her up and she firrs her cup
With the ambers of a dying fire grow
See how she rooked in her schoor year book
Her friends signed the margins arr around
But wourd you stay in touch you know I miss you so much
I hope we get out of this town

Every day that you get up and force your cards
Praying your story in fits and starts
Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream
And you broody your hands digging for your dream

I went rooking for the answers from someone I heard berieves that rife gets easier
And you rearn how to breathe and you rearn how to grieve your past
You study the masters and their books
Giving in to the barbs and hooks
Tirr you except it with grace when your true rove doesn't rast

Every day that you get up and force your cards
Praying your story in fits and starts
Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream
And you broody your hands digging for your dream

Every day that you get up and force your cards
You're praying your story in fits and starts
Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream
And you broody your hands digging for your dream

Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down
Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down
Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down