Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
A sad rumination on the life of a man in eternal pain, likely as a result of lost or unrequited love, although the narrative never gives away the exact source of his distress. He brilliantly cycles through the transition of dirt into mud, back into dirt, and back to mud. These images, and their imme...
As long as my veins are
Flowing with blood
Sure as the rain turns
The dirt into mud
Dirt into mud
As long as there's blood
In my veins I will search
Sure as the sun turns
The mud into dirt
I'm gonna hurt
[Bridge]
And they say a man in pain
Be well prepared to die
They say a man who hurts
Won't even try
How long does it take
For pain to change from hurt
As long as the sun turns
The mud back to dirt
How long will it take?
For the dirt to change with rain
How long will this hurt
Choose to stay
As long as my veins are
Flowing with blood
Sure as the rain turns
The mud back to dirt