The Planting Moon - Rogue Valley

I might be a driver on the highway

In a big rig gliding through the veins and arteries

In a covered wagon piled to the top

With livestock, with produce

With any kind of crop, I’ll radio:

When the scenery has all been seen

When the bushes are shaken

And the shot is clean

There’s beauty to be found

On the stripped and dusty ground

Drop a seed in the soil

And let it grow

I might be a numb and foolish man

The most foolish thing I think

Is that I’m younger than I am

And that I’ve got

All the time I need to figure things

But what’s true today

Is not always held forever true, I’ll radio:

When the irrigation channels open wide

When the cattle farms and thunderstorms

Fill the countryside

There’s beauty to behold

On the cracked and crooked road

Drop a seed in the soil

Let it grow

If I see a hitchhiker on the side

We’ll do a triple digit ride in Georgia overdrive

And discover that all before has been bereft

Maybe two wrongs can make a right, tonight

Maybe two rights can make a left, I’ll radio:

When the orange blossoms come in bloom

When the Earth is covered in her sweet perfume

There’s beauty one can find

In the most desolate of times

Drop a seed in the soil

And let it grow