I dug a hole and filled it up with compost Rested on the cool grass for a minute I saw the future in a dream last night There’s nothing in it
I set the sapling in the hole Started gently tapping down the dirt I saw the future in a dream last night
Somebody’s gonna get hurt, somebody’s gonna get hurt I hope it’s not me But I suspect it’s going to have to be
I dug my heels in for the winter And I waited for the snow But something was stuck up in the clouds Something was stuck up there It couldn’t let go
And when its time came I could see it happen Blossoms black and sweet as Texas crude I saw the future flowering like a ruptured vessel Somebody’s gonna get screwed It won’t be me Someday I am going to walk out of here free