I planted some trees They were so fragile they snapped in the breeze Said, prove me wrong Come back in the summer when the freeze is gone So I tossed out some seeds Over my shoulder in the careless breeze If I could find a careless breeze So I called the department of forseeable outcomes They said "You should've known better." I said "Yeah, but I moved here for the weather." I've held on tight, crooked hearts don't beat right I've blistered hands in the furnace, love, and I'd do it again If I thought I could set yours towards mine But I have seen the days of my quite life Put subside for the church and I don't see why You'll bury them in so deeply Don't bury them so deeply Don't bury them