Nature Song

Go out in the front yard you’ll find Ian pulling weeds

Go out in the backyard and that’s where you’ll find me

I’m digging up worms

I’m taking them to church

I’m taking them to church

Kabir is at the pulpit plants tell them it’s fine to die

Marc soaks up the sun and counts the clouds up in the sky

I’m digging up worms

I’m taking them to church

I’m taking them to church

All the pages in my book

Get turned by gusts of wind

Nothing feels quite like

A blade of grass feels on my skin

On my skin

On my skin

I’m digging up worms

I’m taking them to church

I’m diving face first

Into everything that hurts