Lyrics

i got me a shovel, and i'm digging a ditch, and i'm going to fight for this four square feet of land like a mean old son of a bitch, i got me a future, i'm not stuck on the past, i got no new tricks, yeah i'm up on bricks but me, i'm a machine and i was built to last, i'm trying to get better because i haven't been my best, she took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest, she drew a line across the middle of my broken heart, and said: "come on now, let's fix this mess", we could get better, because we're not dead yet, they threw me a whirlwind, and i spat back the sea, i took a battering but i've got thicker skin and the best people i know looking out for me, so i'm taking the high road, my engines running high and fine, may i always see the road rising up to meet me and my enemies defeated in the mirror behind, i'm trying to get better because i haven't been my best, she took a plain black marker, started writing on my chest, she drew a line across the middle of my broken heart, and said: "come on now, let's fix this mess", we could get better, because we're not dead yet, it's just a knot in the small of your back, you could work it out with your fingers, it's just a tune that got stuck in your head, you could work it out with your fingers, it's just some numbers tangled up in your sums, you could work it out with your fingers, it's just a simple braille missive from the person you miss, a reminder you could always be, a little bit better than this, so try and get better and don't ever accept less, take a plain black marker and write this on your chest, draw a line underneath all of this unhappiness, come on now, let's fix this mess, we could get better, because we're not dead yet, we could get better, because we're not dead yet

Song details

Artist: turner, frank