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