With a shovel and a dream
I begin heading your way
The ground is cold and hard
and inclined to budge
But we fight it, we fight hard
and we fight the calendar
We’re expected to break
to throw in every towel
Our muscles are aching
Sore but not breaking
Meet in the middle
We’ll help each other to escape
To flee society and heartbreak
Together we’ll tunnel out of this pain
and nothing will stop our getaway