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Indigo Girls Poseidon And The Bitter Bug

hands Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down You take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down You take your prospects and your pickaxe and

of dreams That just weren't allowed Maybe you're walking those halls all quiet and sad Sitting in the dark all scared and mad Feel my hand reach across and

love of my life Iron, water, oxygen, scotch and soda or any combination Starts the reaction Is there no mastermind of modern day who can blueprint A plan to make love stay Sturdy and

yourself now If you ain't got nothin' good to say, don't say nothin' at all Got bitten by the bitter bug and I just can't get enough Ill will and my

other way Everythin' goes wrong Baby, you took all the good stuff And put it all together And you took all the bad stuff And you threw it all away Would I still be the girl

fits and starts Take your prospects and your pickaxe and you trudge down to the stream And you bloody your hands digging for your dream Take your prospects and your pickaxe and

Cups, A Pepsi in his hand, getting off the school bus. Films and drills and safety illustrations The crushed cars of driver education Now its tattooed girls

to waste. It's been scrawled on, thumbed through and changed. Will this be the measure of my days? Dinners and appointments and deadlines I can't make. And

of time, no sense of pain A thousand tides, and A thousand waves Takin' it all away And it'll come back in We'll be gone by then, oh And it's a miracle