I was cool, I was down
I drove my car to the edge of town
Where the grass never seems to die
It just shrivels up to stay alive
And you, you were there
Without a worry, without a care
You told me that the grass could be
A symbol of our frailty.
And I know
I know we are all just pinecones
On the trees and then the
Leaves start to fall
Then we will crawl
Where is the gardner
We loved as the father?
The carbon in air has
Superceded all affairs
They say the next 20 years
We could realize the terrors
The Self-driving cars
Will self-drive us to the bars
The robots will quietly
Lead us to the singularity
And I know
I know we are all just pinecones
On the trees and then the
Leaves start to fall
Then we will crawl
Where is the gardner
We loved as the father?
Maybe we could be
The ones the kids don’t blame for the pain.
And I know
I know we are all just pinecones
On the trees and then the
Leaves start to fall
Then we will crawl
Where is the gardner
We loved as the father?