Texty: Amos Lee. Last Days At the Lodge. Kid.

Been kicked around so long you're starting to get used to how it feels
The taste of blood that's in your mouth that still somehow it always heals
Don't know how you keep on getting up from all those ghostly blows
And all that pain that lingers deep down in the darkness where it grows

I know how hard it is to keep your head up kid
To keep your head up kid

And there you sit on high all tucked away and locked up in the clouds
Waiting for someone to finally come along and take you out
Into this bitter world that also often treated you so cruel
When they turn away you know that they will say that you're a fool

I know how hard it is to keep your head up kid
I know how hard it is to keep your head up kid

And so patiently you waited for a love to come along
Take you out into this bitter world so often done you wrong
There you sit alone and there you shed a solitary tear
Listening to a song you think that no one else would ever hear

I know how hard it is to keep your head up kid
I know how hard it is to keep your head up
Keep your head up, keep your head up
Keep your head up, keep your head up