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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Indigo Girls
Performer
Emily Saliers
Vocals
Mary Chapin Carpenter
Additional Vocals
Amy Ray
Vocals
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Kenny Aronoff
Drums
Peter Holsapple
Accordion
Benmont Tench
Accordion
Sara Lee
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emily Saliers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Litt
Producer
Clif Norrell
Additional Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clearing webs from the hovel
A 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
A dark abyss of an emptiness standing on the edge of a drowning blue
[PreChorus]
I look behind my ears for the green
And even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
[Chorus]
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 a refuge never grows
From the chin in a hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose
[Verse 2]
Had a lot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension
Started seeing the road to hell
And just where it starts
But 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
[PreChorus]
And I, I look behind my ears for the green
And even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
[Chorus]
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 a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose
[Verse 3]
My life is part of the global life
I've found myself becoming more immobile
When I think a little girl in the world can't do anything
A distant nation, my community, and a
A street person, my responsibility
If I have a care in the world, I have a gift to bring
[PreChorus]
But look behind my ears for the green
Even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes
[Chorus]
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 a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand and a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose
Written by: Emily Saliers