The Planting Moon

I might be a driver on the highway
in a big rig gliding through the veins and arteries
in a covered wagon piled to the top
with livestock, with produce
with any kind of crop, I'll radio:
when the scenery has all been seen
when the bushes are shaken
and the shot is clean
there's beauty to be found
on the stripped and dusty ground
drop a seed in the soil
and let it grow
I might be a numb and foolish man
the most foolish thing I think
is that I'm younger than I am
and that I've got
all the time I need to figure things
but what's true today
is not always held forever true, I'll radio:
when the irrigation channels open wide
when the cattle farms and thunderstorms
fill the countryside
there's beauty to behold
on the cracked and crooked road
drop a seed in the soil
let it grow
if I see a hitchhiker on the side
we'll do a triple digit ride in Georgia overdrive
and discover that all before has been bereft
maybe two wrongs can make a right, tonight
maybe two rights can make a left, I'll radio:
when the orange blossoms come in bloom
when the Earth is covered in her sweet perfume
there's beauty one can find
in the most desolate of times
drop a seed in the soil
and let it grow