I’m carrying a shovel It’s pointed at the tip Like Mount Everest Like Mount Everest I’m working my way Through shards of soil I’m carrying a shovel I’m carrying a shovel All this time I hate myself for losing my grip Thought I put you underground Now I’m not sure of it You’ll be taken care Taken care of You’ll be taken care Taken care of A little bird sings “Let mother nature in” She’s painting a new shade She’s painting a new shade I’m digging for worth And a burial place My legs are like pillars I'm only in the way All this time I wonder why I’m losing my grip Thought I put you underground Now I’m not sure of it You’ll be taken care Taken care of You’ll be taken care Taken care of I’m bruised and I’m blistered And I’ll dig till my hands fall off Bruised and I’m blistered And I’ll dig till my hands fall off Bruised and I’m blistered And I’ll dig till my hands fall off Bruised and I’m blistered And I’ll dig till my hands fall off Bruised and I’m blistered And I’ll dig till my hands fall off Bruised and I’m blistered And I’ll dig till my hands fall off You’ll be taken care Taken care of You’ll be taken care Taken care of You’ll be taken care Taken care of You’ll be taken care Taken care of You’ll be taken care Taken care of You’ll be taken care Taken care of