I am a man of little means
but I've seen such strange things
God split the nail, and spilled the kerosene
Oh I've seen some things.
I am a man who build his own stage
realized performing was its own cage
oh how these costumes fit in such weird ways
I am a man who build his cage.
Oh my hand's are full of seeds
but they were stolen by the weeds
placed a flower between pages you won't read
I'm just a man in the weeds.
Well I know I'm just talk and talk and talk
and these words fall like snow
covering every inch of ground until there's
nothing that can grow, hmmmm
I'm just a gardener so it seems
though my thumbs ain't so green
palms in the soil and stung by the bees
I'm just a man who is green.
Well I'm a man but I am just one
but you chose my branch to hang your apron
you picked an orange, held it like the sun
I'm just one man but I'm your one.