Gravedigger from Aviation by John Carroll

Someone said I'm like a gravedigger
They said they think I need to change
Cos digging up the past is a pointless game to play
Til you've nothing left to blame.
Someone said there's nothing out there for me
And now I only sit and wait
My ears are pressed against this empty shell
And they're growing dull with age

I've felt the loneliness of a long distance runner
whose disengaged from the herd,
You drag your heels now
When it's a poor man's game you play
Your anthem's made for the gold.

I fear that I've become the gravedigger
Your troubled times are digging deep,
I fear that I've become the gravedigger
Become the things I thought I'd never be, oh

Someone said I'm like a werewolf
Always asking why things change
Circled and cornered brittle shape-shifter
Your backbone‘s creaking into place.
But now I know there's nothing out there
Preying on your every turn
My eyes are wide for your illumination
A state of envy only earned

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