I'm a mud-puddle boy with grass on my jeans

The hay-fields make homilies, daffodils sing

There's a place that I go, a secret I keep

Where nobody lives and everyone's free

Tell me who is it listening, who is it hears?

The tall grass is rustling between my ears

There's a place that I go where rent is still cheap

Six feet under the cottonwood tree

A frog in my pocket and the taste of a cloud

I'd love you forever, if I only knew how

Hard sayin' not knowin' how to cry without eyes

How to sing with no lips, how to livе when you die

If therе's a place up in Heaven for people like us

I don't want to go there, there's no one I trust

But I'm glad that you lied and I'm glad I'm a fool

I'm happy to die still tryin' to trust you

Oh what a gift, all these things I don't know

The rooms in my house where nobody goes

But inside there's a tufted thing, lilting and twirling

Tilting and laughing, alive on the air

Tell me who is it listening, who is it hears

The tall grass is rustling between my ears

There's a place that I go where my friends wait for me

Six feet under the cottonwood tree

Six feet under the cottonwood tree