Copyright 2007 Harris Hobby
Although I wrote this song to work on two levels. It's about all of the miners in the world that bring light and energy to our lives. As well as about, those who struggle from time to time with depression, drug and alcohol dependence, etc. I always pray for happy endings. I can make it work out in the song, I only hope that it works out for the folks in the most recent tragedy in real life.
Salvation
It’s not much of a living,
But it’s a way of life.
It puts food on the table,
For my children and my wife.
I go to work in the morning,
The sun is shining bright,
But, it’s always dark,
As black as night,
Down in the hole.
Years go by like days,
And days go by like years.
Unnatural turns normal.
And you almost forget your fears.
It becomes a habit,
And your numbness gets you through.
It’s not what you really want,
But it’s what you do.
And, you live and you die down in the hole.
And, the time, it goes by, and you get old.
Then one day, a rumble.
The kind that makes you pray.
“Don’t let this be the one.”
This ain’t no shallow grave.
The sound and the fury
Of your whole world crashing down.
Dust and confusion,
Then, suddenly,
No sound.
And, finally, the time had come.
You knew it always would.
Meanwhile, up above, they were doing everything they could.
Some were digging like demons,
While others cried and prayed,
For the ones down below
To be saved.
Minutes seemed like hours.
Time it seemed to stop.
All you could hear was breathing,
And, the ticking of a clock.
Then, I shown my light on Richard
And, I saw it in his eyes.
We were fighting against dying.
We were dying to see daylight.
When we began to hear the sounds.
And saw a distant light.
I swear these old eyes
Have never seen
Such a glorious, glorious sight.
And, you live and you die down in the hole.
And, the time, it goes by, and you get old.
And, you live and you die down in the hole.