Cold Hard Ground

Cold Hard Ground — Salt Tree

We're looking up honey, under the trees You pick me up amongst the fallen leaves Broken bark sleeps, under our feet You hold me up when I'm filled with grief Oh, oh, oh Moving pictures, passing us by Smoky nights and backyard fires You hold, hold me up when I'm feeling down I was laying on the cold hard ground You woke, woke me up and I'm coming 'round Now we're standing on the cold hard ground Doing time, stuck in the jail ward Like a busted tire, alone in the junkyard Green painted grass, covers the hillside I hope this lasts 'til after the springtime Oh, oh, oh Moving pictures, passing us by Smoky nights and backyard fires You hold, hold me up when I'm feeling down I was laying on the cold hard ground You woke, woke me up and I'm coming 'round Now we're standing on the cold hard ground I know we'll find a way Fall forward on our four feet each day I know we'll find a way Fall forward on our four feet each day You hold, hold me up when I'm feeling down I was laying on the cold hard ground You woke, woke me up and I'm coming 'round Now we're standing on the cold hard ground Now we're standing on the cold hard ground