I'm thinking too far ahead But ‘now' is gone while you say it You're not perfect But I'm no perfectionist When I come home There are twelve in my shoes One in my bra The one I kept for you Seeds seeds They spin in twisters in the streets On shiny days Like they want to tell me Something But I'm in a hurry And I pretend I don't see these Seeds In the streets Seeds Seeds Seeds Plant a seed Keep thinking you did And it will grow Real slow Forget And before you know It's a… Tree