Weeds or Wildflowers

Well, I came along to find a little peace of mind

Neglecting all my duties, stepping off that straightened line

Now I just sit by my front door filled with indolence and sound

Just like I'm watching the weeds grow on my brow

And I had a pure potential in a soiled white shirt

With love enough to kill me, but was unsure of its worth

And though the night is sweetened by some rising of the moon

I've lived enough to know the battle's never through

You pass something down, no matter where or how

Will there be weeds or wildflowers affixed upon your bows?

There's a crooked burning cigarette rolling on your tongue

Will there be weeds or wildflowers when you're done?

Remember you traveled through the desert, you traveled to the sea

Looking out on some horizon, asking what you mean to me

And we all hang around with a free or toiled mind

While all of our branches entwine

And as I watch the brick erode from day to day

The leaves change their colors and the loft fills with hay

As a blade of sunshine cuts across my chest

The blood beneath boils with unrest

You pass something down, no matter where or how

Will there be weeds or wildflowers affixed upon your bows?

And there's a crooked burning cigarette rolling on your tongue

Will there be weeds or wildflowers when you're done?

La-da, da-da, da-ah-ah-ah

Da-da, la-da, da-ah-ah-ah

La-da, la-da, da-ah-ah-ah

Da-da, da-da, da-ah-ah

Blown about by the wind, a worthless little thing

But the world can feel the changes of a butterfly's wing

And so that crooked burning cigarette rolling on your tongue

Will leave its weeds before your flowers yet have sprung

Will there be weeds or wildflowers when you're done?