Now that I’m down—now that I’m inches off the ground:
it’s just dust and stone when I’m alone,
but you’re bringing the green back to the ground.
whoa, whoa
When you were a pine I was looking for shade;
when you were a sea I was in your skin, and you said
Where you been?
whoa
Slow blows of the sledge, in the sun that kills everything
finally I’m torn down.
Nothing’s started, so nothing’s lost,
and nothing’s left in the fridge.
It doesn’t matter what it cost:
Don’t hold nothing you can’t hold
Let the wind shake the dust, and if you must
you can change your name,
but you will be the same.
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