There's a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug from the grave
Of life's buried problems
Of our past mistakes

You can chisel the tombstone
Make room for the dates
Of the didn't go the way we planed
That now lay to waste

You can call in the Pallbearers
To shoulder it all
To help carry the burden
Of where you left off

Hire professional mourners
To cry for the loss
But can you really afford
Such an extravagant cost

When all is said and done
The last word the preacher will say
Is there's a whole lotta nothing
That can be dug from the grave