Oh turn away young Magdalene, morning′s on the rise

We both know we'll turn to stone if we don′t act right

So put away your fiddle, your rosin, and your bow

Cause nobody wants to see how wildflowers grow

Bad TV and frozen food and a house we can't afford

The neighbors with bad politics are lonely folks, I'm sure

I want to know a weed from a chestnut tree

and a friend from a foe

But nobody knows the names of wildflowers anymore

Peace signs in the alleyway

Jesus saves in a bathroom stall

The poor, drunk, the angry, they medicate and jail us all

They′d roll us up and smoke us

if they could make us worth owning

Oh be careful who you tell that there′s wildflowers growing

What parts of me there may yet be when I am dead and gone

A pile or two of paltry things done right and done wrong

And a parking lot of forget-me-nots growing towards the road

I'll be there if you care to watch some wildflowers grow

Yeah I′m going back down where the weather suits my clothes

Come on by and waste some time watching wildflowers grow