Songs don’t get written in loud and crowded bars
Double up your half attempts – there’s nothing new so far
Someone keyed my truck last night, now I think it’s time to go
Me and her have ransomed quite enough with all this woe
Through a bottleneck somehow
Writing for the free seeds now
I heard somewhere that there are golf balls on the moon
And I’m here wondering if the mail will get here soon
I’ve hitched my wagon to a lot of lonely stars
But none so lonely I regret a single scar
I don’t worry, anyhow
Writing for the free seeds now
Today I had a dream while driving into town
Call it a wild hair but I wrote the whole thing down
Didn’t mean to implicate you in some kind of crime
It’s pure hypnosis and it’s different all the time
Through this bottleneck somehow
Writing for free seeds now