Clay

All the time I always had  
Was nothing compared to what's ahead  
Nothing compared to all the land  
That lies in waiting just ahead

Stuck in Georgia, stuck behind  
Down beneath the summer pines  
I'm digging down in search of dirt  
It seems it's just the clay I hurt

So much waiting just ahead  
Just beyond that highway hill  
Out beyond that bridge of hate  
Just outside of my back gate  
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