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INDIGO GIRLS >> Merchandise Links
INDIGO GIRLS
Words and Music: Emily Saliers Clearing webs from a hovel blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot like Narcissus Dark abyss of an emptiness standing on the edge of a drowning blue I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself into jail But I know refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose I had a lot of good intentions sit around for fifty years and then collect the pensions I started seeing the road to hell and just where it starts My life is more than a vision the sweetest part is acting after making a decision Started seeing the whole as a sum of its parts I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself into jail Now I know refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose My life is part of the global life I found myself becoming more immobile When I think a little girl in the world can't do anything Distant nation my community street person my responsibility If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring I look behind my ears for the green And even my sweat smells clean Glare off the white hurts my eyes I gotta get out of bed and get a hammer and a nail Learn how to use my hands Not just my head I think myself into jail But I know refuge never grows From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose
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