Well leave it up to good old reason
Explain away the pain you feel at night
I don’t worry bout the seasons
Cause everyday I have to go outside

The flowers on your front lawn call me baby
Sometimes I think that I am one of them
I walk round the block I feel like flying
I’m tracing all the cracks in the pavement

I talked to the clouds they told me
I only see what I wanna see in them
So we cannot be friends

And I said it’s a shame
Cause the last time they moved past I saw a man
Or was it a woman?

Who invented age
And the weekdays
We’re dying anyway so why start now
The last time I checked I’m still a flower
Waiting to be picked and watered down

When I was younger I was told to pray to a God I didn’t know
A challenging repose
But now that I’m older I
See him or her everywhere I go, If only I had known