I wanna go out and plant a seed
But we're too busy trying to build a new city
There's a market and a jail and an empty pier
And a woman with a tune we don't really wanna hear
Its all tied to a box and bunch of pages
That no one understands, not even the wise sages
I think its about time I defected
Cause I'm getting a little tired of feeling dejected
Oh
Grandmama she went out last night
Stared up at the moon cause it was such a safe light
She opened up a box with a bunch of pages
That she couldn't understand though it calmed her rages
She say "Cows make milk and bees make honey"
She sang "I don't need much I just need a little money"
Grandpa he danced the ol' soft shoe
He needed a chance to shake off the rhythm of the blues
Went out last night held the dirt in my hand
Nothing special, tasted bland
Wrote down names in hard black lead
Closed our books and went to bed