Sam Baardman

Lyrics

SCRATCHING AT THE SURFACE - by Sam Baardman

I’m walking in the garden of plenty
It’s like I’m walking on an unmarked grave
The stories are told, but the story’s so old
They’re turning and they’re walking away
It doesn’t take a mathematician
To count up the sins of the past
There’s no way to say if anyone’s going to pay
It’s a wonder that you even would ask

Scratching at the surface shouldn’t make you nervous
The only way we get better
Scratching at the surface shouldn’t make you nervous
It’s the only way we’re gonna get clean

The tax man just bought me a pipeline
Didn’t ask me if I want it or not
Acted like they threw me a lifeline
But It’s like every other pipeline I’ve got
This road only leads to the next road
The emptiness is looming ahead
We fill up the hours building bridges and towers
We’re better off staying in bed

Scratching at the surface shouldn’t make you nervous
The only way we get better
Scratching at the surface shouldn’t make you nervous
It’s the only way we’re gonna get clean

Our better angels have been disabled
But I can still hear them sing
Just take a minute, and then begin
It’s not hard to take it all in

A lonely voice up on the platform
Is calling out chapter and verse
People have gathered, but it doesn’t matter
They’re telling them they have to disperse
This is not a rhetorical question
This time we stand or we fall
Get the lay of the land, or lay down your hand
This is everything or nothing at all

Scratching at the surface shouldn’t make you nervous
The only way we get better
Scratching at the surface shouldn’t make you nervous
It’s the only way we’re gonna get clean