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