Well I was never much of a hawkeye

Couldn't spot a diamond under my nose

But if you were to mention siftin'

It wasn't likely I'd say no

Though coming home empty handed

Was an often circumstance by me

My empty case on the wall was full of hopes and dreams

So I'd blame it on the ridgeline

For my pockets being dry

But when everyone else had a point to hold

I'd kick the dust toward the sky

And man I might go crazy

If I can't hold a saucer soon

Cause I spend most all my days

Shoveling through the dunes

Diggin' flint when I get stoned

Finding a few bits of bone

I've led astray a thousand times

With my overlooking eye

This tedious hobby

Has got me out to look a fool

Because I waste my time and effort

Still ain't found a worthy jewel

But underneath the rubble

And lying on the ground

I've found a chiseled stone

It's come shining through the clouds

Diggin' flint when I get stoned

Finding a few bits of bone

I've led astray a thousand times

With my overlooking eye

It ain't the sharpest book you'll read

But it's a million dollars to me

For all the hours spent nose deep

I've finally found a relic

That's perfect enough to keep

Diggin' flint when I get stoned

Finding a few bits of bone

I've led astray a thousand times

With my overlooking eye with my overlooking eye