Human racing
And the faces of people who pound at your door
They always want more, they want more

Hummingbird
What's the word
Are you still your mothers child
Or have you found yourself a flower

Flowerchild
You're still wild
Under a harvest moon
Can we eat of all the fruits of our youth

Tell the truth now
Your heart is a strange little orange to peel
What's the deal
What's the deal

Mary, dear
How you feel
Are you lost without your lamb
You know I think I understand

Little lamb
What's your plan
Greener pastures in the sky?
It's a shame you want to die know why

Just to find
You've been blinded
To the greenest of pastures they're right here on Earth
For what it's worth
You're not the first to break my heart
You're not the first to break my heart...