Lyrics

I might be
a driver on the big slab
in a big rig
gliding through the
veins and arteries

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
in the stripped and dusty ground
just drop a seed in the soil
let it happen

I might be
a young 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 good soil
let it happen

If I see a
hitch-hiker along 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 good soil
and let it happen