I wanna plant a fig tree
And watch it grow
But I can't commit to one place
The persistent need to go
I know I could take care of it
And in return it would love me
A wicker basket of reward
The sweet drips of stolen summer
Sticky through the tight bursting flesh of sweetness
Not quite within my reach
Getting harder. harder... to streeetttch
Snap! The progress must begin anew
But will I fruit before the frost
Renews my sleep
A halt in progress
Better luck next season
Better luck, next round
Better luck, next time
Better luck
Better luck
My little fig tree
My fig tree and me
