The seed doesn't fall far from the tree Landing on ground and finding a home It owes it to the sun. it owes it to the dirt It owes it to my arms for digging a hole Thrives on the air, everything's there Knows what to do without you You're just a piece, a shift in the breeze Planting yourself in your shoes... Going underground, you'll hear different sound Not the whirring around of finding a home Grows to the sun. it grows through the dirt It grows into my arms for digging a hole...