Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding
When the birds can be heard above the reckoning' carts doin' some final accounting
 
Lava flowin' Superfarmer's direction
He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section (yeah)

^[Don't tell me what the poets are doing]
^[Don't tell me that they're talking tough]
^[Don't tell me that they're anti-social]
Somehow not anti-social enough, all right

Porn speaks to it's splintered legions
To the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
 
Backings (layered)
[And I] … [The mind] … [And I] … [The mind]
[From the depths of vagueness]
[Am I expected to take this?]
 
While aiming at the archetypal father
He said with such broad and tentative swipes "Why do you even bother?" (yeah)
 
Backings (layered)
[And I] … [Can't find] … [The time] … [To mind]
[From the depths of vagueness]
[Am I expected to take this?]

^[Don't tell me what the poets are doing]
^[Those Himalayas of the mind]
^[Don't tell me what the poet's been doing]
^[In the long grasses over time]

Don't tell me what the poets are doing
On the street and the epitome of vague
Don't tell me how the universe is altered
When you find out how he gets paid, all right

There is nothing more that you need now
Lawn cut by bare breasted women
Beach bleached towels within reach for the women
Gotta make it, that I make it by swimming
 
Backings (layered)
[And I] … [The time] … [And I] … [The time]