Rogue Valley - The Planting Moon lyrics

I might be a driver on the highway In a big rig gliding through the veins and arteries In a covered wagon piled to the top With livestock, with produce With any kind of crop, I'll radio: When the scenery has all been seen When the bushes are shaken And the shot is clean There's beauty to be found On the stripped and dusty ground Drop a seed in the soil And let it grow I might be a numb and foolish man The most foolish thing I think Is that I'm younger than I am And that I've got All the time I need to figure things But what's true today Is not always held forever true, I'll radio: When the irrigation channels open wide When the cattle farms and thunderstorms Fill the countryside There's beauty to behold On the cracked and crooked road Drop a seed in the soil Let it grow If I see a hitchhiker on the side We'll do a triple digit ride in Georgia overdrive And discover that all before has been bereft Maybe two wrongs can make a right, tonight Maybe two rights can make a left, I'll radio: When the orange blossoms come in bloom When the Earth is covered in her sweet perfume There's beauty one can find In the most desolate of times Drop a seed in the soil And let it grow