Houseman wrote dirt after a dramatic accident that fractured half of her face. She commented that her initial instinct was to bury herself in the dirt right after impact. Also: "I saw a cartoon of this very proud man standing on top of the world. Behind was a very large finger ready to flick him off his perch, and that seemed appropriate to where I was at that time in my life."
Lyrics
When I go down to the playing field
You will find me, you will find me
Digging in the earth, crawling in the inside and eating my words like dirt
When I go down to the riverside
You will find me, you will find me
Wading in the water, drowning my sorrow
Anchors on my feet and sinking to the bottom
Can't you see me choking on my dirt?
So you think you got life all figured out?
So you think that you're coming clean?
G-d will take you like putty in a Dixie cup, shred you like a magazine
So you think you got life all figured out?
So you think that you're coming clean?
G-d will take you like putty in a Dixie cup, shred you like a magazine
When I go down to the Wailing Wall
You will find me, you will find me
Scratching up my knees, digging in the sand and eating my words like dirt
When I go down to the ocean side
You will find me, you will find me
Wading in the water, drowning my sorrow
Anchors on my feet and sinking to the bottom
Can't you see me choking on my dirt?
So you think you got life all figured out?
So you think that you're coming clean?
G-d will take you like putty in a Dixie cup, shred you like a magazine
So you think you got life all figured out?
So you think that you're coming clean?
G-d will take you like putty in a Dixie cup, shred you like a magazine
I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean