The Trees Come Marching In
Pineapple Express he is my love
They softened their frozen words for
No one
Trapped in angel white curtains and
High income taxes but
Delicate does not lie.
I want to drink from the fire
Drink from your waterfall
Soul
Roses fill up the glass and
Draw the plain away
Trusting search engines and stars
And I don’t think I understand
Why
The one who writes the mornings
Makes a beautiful sound
When
The world is dark.
Pulling weeds, pulling pulling
Sinking in the dirt.
Smoking weed smoking smoking
Fogging up the hurt.
Pulling weeds, smoking pulling
Marijuana cards.