this walk through life is harder than it used to be
scorching weeds to keep them from growing
to a garden bed that's fertile and free
but watch what you're stepping on
well there's always a weasel or two and the
ditch old routines or the heart will harden
once they stood battered and bruised with hell below
with witches broom it's time to fell
the autumn wind blows with a sign of what's to come
rake those leaves and draw the blinds
you've always been what you're becoming and i
ditch old routines or the heart will harden
you can't pollinate the good ones
so i turn towards the sun
ditch old routines or the heart will harden
you can't pollinate the good ones