Dug In from Dug In by Ben Balmer

She’s mouthin’ words to the song through my shirt,
Her head buried in my chest
Well I can’t help but feel, these inklings are real
But I’ll bury them in graves with the rest
Just brew a little more, tip back your head and pour
You pull my hair so tight, my vision sparks with light

Tell me your heels are dug in against that cold hard floor
Tell me your fingers are curled around that bedroom door
Tell me your eyes found the hole where the curtains tore
Tell me you, tell me you, tell me you, tell me you know

She’s counting cracks on the wall by my head
Pretending that she’s listening
But saying it’s all been preplanned in gods hands
Doesn’t make you a christian
Just pray a little harder, just like singing underwater
Your grip held me so hard, your fingers left a mark

Chorus

Well you think that I’d be sure, well just pull this arrow out and be cured
And see better days

She’s twirling a lock of her hair in hand, Pretending it was me
But I’ve got my own in this feeling of home, to remind me of why I leave
Just head in one direction, it’s good for your complexion
Your silhouette, so small, i can barely see it at all

Chorus

• Acoustic
• Americana
• Ann Arbor
• Austin Texas
• Folk
• Harmonica
• Rock
• Singer-songwriter
• blues
• harmonica
• steel guitar
• upright bass
• Asheville