Indigo Girls - Watershed

Nomads*Indians*Saints / 1990-09-01 1. Hammer and a Nail 2. Welcome Me 3. Hand Me Downs 4. Keeper of My Heart 5. Southland In The Springtime 6. The Girl With The Weight of The World In Her Hands 7. World Falls 8. You and Me of the 10,000 Wars 9. Pushing the Needle Too Far 10. 1-2-3 11. Watershed

Watershed

Words and Music: Emily Saliers

Thought I knew my mind like the back of my hand
The gold and the rainbow and nothing panned out as I planned
They say only milk and honey's gonna make your soul satisfied
I better learn how to swim cause the crossing is chilly and wide

Twisted guardrails on the highway broken glass on the cement
The ghost of someone's tragedy how recklessly my time has been spent
And they say that it's never too late but you don't, you don't get any younger
I better learn how to starve the emptiness and feed the hunger

Up on the watershed standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face the path at your pace every choice is worth your
while

And there's always retrospect to light a clearer path
Every five years or so I look back on my life and I have a good laugh
You start at the top, go full circle round catch a breeze take a spin
But ending up where I started again makes me want to stand still

Up on the watershed standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face the path at your pace every choice is worth your
while

Stepping on a crack breaking up and looking back
Every tree limb overhead just seems to sit anyway
Till every step you take becomes a twist of fate

Up on the watershed standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies so get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face the path at your pace every choice is worth your
while

Up on the watershed standing at the fork in the road
You can stand there and agonize till your agony's your heaviest load
You'll never fly as the crow flies so get used to a country mile
When you're learning to face the path at your pace every choice is worth your