Lyrics:

There's a blade of grass that's growing

in the garden of your path

every morning when you walk beside

i feel it swaying



in the silence of my thoughts

there's a little open book

with the names, the times that passed its light

surrounding you



silent thunder, can we make it to the end

you keep telling me to listen to the wind

those who know I can't hear you

busy running back and forth, just can't hear you



have a cruiser in your name

i was raised on seeds of corn

in the yearning of a dream

i was traded beads for threads of gold