Pocket Full Of Dirt

I can see it in your eyes. This was never a waste of time.
I have a pocket full of dirt, but in my hand a thank you note.
With every beat of my heart, I wouldn’t trade this for the world.
I’ll be sleeping with your ghost tonight, but I’m never dreaming.

Fuck the marquees and the pompous lights, I’m never dreaming.
Fuck the breakdowns and twelve-hour drives, I’m never dreaming.
I’ll be sleeping with your ghost tonight, but I’m never dreaming, no.
I can see it in your eyes. This was never a waste of time.

I have a pocket full of dirt, but in my hand a thank you note.
With every beat of my heart, I wouldn’t trade this for the world.
I’ll be sleeping with your ghost tonight.