Well I've walked a thousand miles
with a thought in my head
Through the rain and sleet and snow
and every word he said
It was time for me to go, I just could not pretend
that I wanted it too. That I wanted it too
Now I'm working my heart into the ground
Trying to find something that can't be found.
Breaking my fingers, breaking my back.
Searching for a needle in a hay stack
Searching for a needle in a hay stack
Drilling for oil, mining for gold
Looking for a love that never gets old
Drilling for oil, mining for gold
Looking for a love that never gets old
So I'll draw a map to follow, find the lay of the land
Make a compass to the heart of one who'll understand
And I'll gather up my scars, oh Iʼll endure all I can
Just to bring me to you, to bring me to you...
Drilling for oil, mining for gold
Looking for a love that never gets old...