Greenhands

Always there when he needed them So he buried them underground Alone with the flowers now Proud of his green hands And blood on his shoes Then he prayed for the rain to come Through the cracks in the autumn clouds Armed with a watering can And dreaming of the greenest field That bodies would grow Running around Have you seen greenhands? He's up past the wall Fooling us all He's the organic man With no one to call And he shops for the groceries Just to talk with the other men Sweating and stammering Living just to reattach before he gets old What can the soil teach? What do the bodies learn? A sad new afternoon A dreary mark of solitude stuck under his roots Running around Have you seen greenhands? He's up past the wall Fooling us all He's the organic man With no one to call Running around Have you seen greenhands? He's up past the wall Fooling us all He's the organic man With no one to call No one to call Running around Have you seen greenhands? He's up past the wall Fooling us all He's the organic man With no one to call Running around Have you seen greenhands? He's up past the wall Fooling us all He's the organic man With no one to call No one to call