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Hammer And A Nail Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

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 

 

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 

get a hammer and a nail 

learn how to use my hands 

not just my head 

i think myself in a 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 

 

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i 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 

 

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and i look behind my ears for the green 

and even my sweat smells clean 

glare off the white hurts my eyes 

gotta get out of bed 

get a hammer and a nail 

learn how to use my hands 

not just my head 

i think myself in a 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 

 

my life is part of the global life 

i'd found myself becoming more immobile 

when i'd think a little girl in the world 

can't do anything 

a distant nation my community 

and a 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 

even my sweat smells clean 

glare off the white hurts my eyes 

i gotta get out of bed 

get a hammer and a nail 

learn how to use my hands 

not just my head 

i think myself in a 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 

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