there s a blade of grass that s growing in the garden of your path every morning when you walk beside i feel it swaying in the silence of my thoughts there s a little open book with the names the times that passed its light surrounding you silent thunder can we make it to the end you keep telling me to listen to the wind those who know i can t hear you busy running back and forth just can t hear you have a cruiser in your name i was raised on seeds of corn in the yearning of a dream i was traded beads for threads of gold na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na have a cruiser in your name i was raised on seeds of corn in the yearning of a dream i was traded beads for threads of gold