Lyrics:
Sunshine, somewhere in Mexico
Long day, I didn't feel so good
Lonely, am I being sensitive?
Blue eyes, you were the sensitive one
Just say this
the plants
And the wild winds carried the seeds
And they landed right in your garden
And they grew, and they grew
Into all that is special about you
And you'll
and the long cold winter
And then you plant your fields again
Well he spoke right to my restless soul
Still wild and hungry and beyond control
For all that you
the other way?
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
Caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
One heart goin'
its worth
Wild fruit, sands, override on the vine
Wild creatures come gather round to suckle their wine
The birds they feed before they take flight
babe, mm
My ears are sensitive
Tell me that it's mine, oh
All I hear is, "Yes, it is"
All I hear is, "Yes, it, yes, it is"
My ears are sensitive
grave that's
Visited by drivers on their way
They plant wild flowers upon it
In the morning fair and fine.
'Tis the grave of two young lovers
From
disappear
You've got an axe to grind? Don't grind it here
'Cause juicy jungle's getting smaller year after year
Vines and plants in the wild
Let them
There's a hungry child living inside of me
See, I've always been wild
Had a sensitive side, it's a part of me
Set a forest on fire just to stay in
And the long cold winter
And then you plant your fields again
He spoke right to my restless soul
Still wild, and hungry, and beyond control
For all that you
People are plants
People are plants
The only thing that separates us
Is tragic circumstance
People could be living wild and free
People could be
Protect the wild, tomorrow's child
Protect the land from the greed of man
Take out the dams, stand up to oil
Protect the plants and renew the soil
Let's talk to workers in his factory
Her microscope say biology
He's got an urge to be witty, every hour populates a city.
We're sensitive to her
big as it gets (gets)
Running it up like my crib at the top of the hill
Really though, that's 'cause it is (it is)
Quit being so sensitive and taking
I got red dirt stains
On my boots and jeans
Calloused fingers
From my guitar strings
Wild like the wind
In the tall pine trees
I got roots
of ecstasy
And I don't wanna be free
?Cause it's wild like a zoo
And that's the way I like it baby
Crazy me and you
Makin' love like we was just two heated
wind is coming
Prepare the land and plant the seeds
Protect the saplings wild rain feeds the trees
Growing everything we need
Attend the guard den self
And you even built a tower
And a press to make wine
And you looked that it would bring forth sweet grapes
And it gave only wild grapes
What would you
All the plants around the house are dying
Maybe I did give em too much love
Everyone can see how hard I’m trying
Seems like my intentions come
Put this confession in your sensitive files
Here's some kindling for the schizophrenics
The new sick sleepless ex-patriot congress
Is living sub
with"
Hearers of the tone with the sensitive poem
Transmitted with the voice like a sousaphone
We be beaming these rhymes to the satellite
With
get paid
And they don't help me bring in the hanging plants
Every time there's a Native American raid
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and I
the other way?
I'm a wild child and a homing pigeon
Caravan and an empty kitchen
Bare feet on the tile with my head up in the clouds
I'm one heart goin'
Girl, our mamas are best friends and so are we
The whole town's rooting for us like the home team
Most likely to settle down
Plant a few roots
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