I was out on the road again
Just looking for the fire
A broken brain and a tired tongue
All alone with no water
Singing how, how your love, it does fly away
Singing how, how many flowers die
In a summer's day
Bones bleached by the desert Sun
Torn jeans, barbed wire
All alone with everywhere to run
Every path leads to fire
Singing, how, how your love, it does fly away
Singing how, how many flowers die
In a summer's day
Singing ooh, ooh, ooh-oooh
Singing ooh, ooh, ooh-oooh
And I will plant my seeds down in the ground
In springtime, I'll be back around
And I will plant my seeds down in the ground
In springtime, I'll be back around
And I will plant my seeds down in the ground
In springtime, I'll be back around
