Something Special

I’ve been digging in the dirt again
Looking for some little thing
Something buried, something bright
Something special I could bring

Something strange and beautiful
Something worthy of a king
I rinse my pan find only rock
No diamond, no golden ring

Empty
Dirty
Nothing special
Special for you
I need
Something special
Special for you

I walk up to your door
There you are behind the glass
Empty bottles, her full mouth on yours
Your hands wrapped around her

And I look down at these hands of mine
Black beneath the nails
Nothing in them, just reminders
Of a thousand different fails

So I lean against the wall again
Same wall, same God, same prayer
Please give me eyes to see
What am I doing here?

Empty
Dirty
Nothing special
Special for you
I need
Something special
Special for you

Next time I hear you, Bronco
And I know you’re sitting there alone
Maybe I won’t lean against my wall
Won’t wait to step inside our home

Then I can take your face
Between these empty hands
Because I found something special
Like falling grains in a glass of sand

I keep digging for something special
But something special is in your face

Until my hands can hold you close
I’ll gladly keep digging in the wrong place