I'm making some insignificant change
You think that I'm lazy
I'll call you out by name
I'm tired of feeling so empty and cold
My music has chosen me
I'm getting so old
To say that I'm worried
By the things that I am told
As poetry calls out to me
The future is sold
My father awoken to me
And read me a story
The things I had waited to read
Had planted the seed man
Becoming the seedman
Becoming the seedman
Becoming the seedman
Becoming the seedman