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