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 mission
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