Concrete Grind

(hummmm) Stuck in the mud,

trying to find my footing...

Every morning starts exactly like the day before

Staring at the ceiling,

waiting on an open door

Coffee's getting cold, the television's humming low

Got a heavy chest and nowhere left to really go Methodical steps,

I trace the cracks along the floor

Wondering if I can find the man I was before The routine

is a cage, the comfort is a heavy chain Looking out the

window, watching for a cleansing rain

Climbing up the walls of this familiar rut

Every door is locked but I will find a way to cut

Through the heavy fog that's hanging on my mind Leave the tired

shadows

far behind

(yeah,

far behind) I pack up the regrets and put 'em in a

dusty drawer No longer keeping score of things I can't afford I

laced my shoes up tight,

I took a step into the cold Unwriting all the lies that

my anxieties told It's a slow climb,

inch by inch against the hill

But if I stay in place,

the world is standing still I feel the friction now,

the engine starts to turn

From every little failure there's a spark to learn

Climbing up the walls of this familiar rut

Every door is locked but I will find a way to cut

Through the heavy fog that's hanging on my mind

Leave the tired shadows

far behind

Step by step...

Out of the dark. (ahhhh)

We're moving now.