Clearing webs from the hovel   A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel   I've been diggin' too deep, I always do   I see my face on the surface, I look a lot like narcissus   A dark abyss of an emptiness   Standin' 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      I had a lot of good intentions   Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension   Started seein' the road to hell and just where it starts   But my life is more than a vision   The sweetest part is acting after makin' a decision   I started seein' the whole as a sum of it's parts      And 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 becoming more immobile   When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything   A distant nation my community   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 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