Clearing webs from the 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 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 in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose

Had a lot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension, started
Seeing the road to [bad word] 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

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 into jail

Now I know a 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'd found myself [bad word] more immobile
When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything

distant nation [bad word] 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 into jail

Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose