No Work

Pushing flowers Out the ground for you The weight's not being carried And we can't move on Something's in my pocket I can't get it out Living in a trapped place Is not what it's about I'm at odds, man I'm at odds Dog days flew right by us Yet no work's been done So I ran from my former self To see if I could make it anywhere How long, do you know Does it take to get there? Coming out the shade And there's no change If it were written by an open mind It'd be a better place Here pushing my own flowers And it starts to come out Let's get this bread, I guess Up to this mess again I'm at odds, man I'm at odds Dog days flew right by us Yet no work's been done So I ran from my former self To see if I could make it anywhere How long, do you know Does it take to get there?