a small potato that can't make a choice
a very unbalanced mind
even so, from the bottom of his heart
comes his want to begin
he knows it all come true
but can't paint the vision well
have both desire and inability
wrong to know it
do this and that and get in trouble
want to feel it
be stopped and cry
to get and laugh
sometimes he didn't want
the strange balance of what he feels
wanting to stay that way
sometimes he wants
this empty time that we don't feel
just a little while
wrong to know it
do this and that and get in trouble
want to feel it
be stopped and cry
to get and laugh
break apart every time it's felt
break apart every time it's felt
stain the hope to come with tears...
learned to smoke, cooled his head
learned to drink, speak the truth
take drugs, get out of the dark and so on...
then after saving lots of starch
and the potato learned the difference
started growing buds, started stretching roots
learned how to, learned what to
make up a small potato's mind
learned the road, learned the view
then start drawing
then the potatoes who decided the differences
grew sprouts, stretches roots
then the potatoes who decided the differences
grew sprouts, stretches roots
grew sprouts, stretches roots
grew sprouts, stretches roots