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