You are from an old land Crafted out of wet sand What is it all about? Staring down at your hands In your own head In your old old head Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt Mystery of my own flesh I'll never stop wondering Never stop Turning inside out I'll never stop spinning Turning inside out Gone When I'm gone Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt Into the dirt