There's a blade of gra** that's growing
In the garden of your path
Every morning when you walk beside
I feel it swaying
In the silence of my thoughts
There's a little open book
With the names, the times that pa**ed its light
Surrounding you
Silent thunder, can we make it to the end
You keep telling me to listen to the wind
Those who know I can't hear you
Busy running back and forth, just can't hear you
Have a cruiser in your name
I was raised on seeds of corn
In the yearning of a dream
I was traded beads for threads of gold
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Have a cruiser in your name
I was raised on seeds of corn
In the yearning of a dream
I was traded beads for threads of gold