Lyrics / Fertilized and Tall

I am a man who once said he could stand to settle down
Made my bed beside the fire
These days my eyes are stretchin’ beyond this settled town
One last call for heroes…

There was a redhead girl who liked to make her rounds
She was a Superman collector
I spied her wine soaked lies she was hidin’ underground, and I
Didn’t have no bags to pack when I left

I hit the mountain highways, ran the western sun
I traded music for my bed
Deep in the desert’s where I was my maker’s son, and
I got high on California time

I build a shelter with my senses five alone
I’m only restless when I die
I walk a sandstone path and it leads me close to home
Pray to God a pauper

She bore a three page letter and nursed a glass of wine
It found me lonely like a lover
I traveled backwards inside a sleeping car at night
The things we do for others…

I never thought I’d say this, never knew her name, but
She’s got me rolled up in her palm
One day I’ll smile out by myself inside the rain…the
Grass is greener, fertilized, and tall

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