A Small Potato's Mind

A small potato that can't make a choice

A very unbalanced mind

Even so, from the bottom of his heart

Comes his want to begin

He knows it all come true

But can't paint the vision well

Have both desire and inability

Wrong to know it

Do this and that and get in trouble

Want to feel it be stopped and cry

To get and laugh

Sometimes he didn't want

The strange balance of what he feels

Wanting to stay that way

Sometimes he wants

This empty time that we don't feel

Just a little while

Wrong to know it

Do this and that and get in trouble

Want to feel it be stopped and cry

To get and laugh

Break apart every time it's felt

Stain the hope to come with tears and go and on

Break apart every time it's felt

Stain the hope to come with tears and go and on

Learned to smoke, cooled his head

Learned to drink, speak the truth

Take drugs, get out of the dark and so on...

Then after saving lots of starch

And the potato learned the difference

Started growing buds, started stretching roots

Learned how to, learned what to

Make up a small potato's mind

Learned the road, learned the view

Then start drawing

Then the potatoes who decided the differences

Grew sprouts, stretches roots

Then the potatoes who decided the differences

Grew sprouts, stretches roots

Grew sprouts, stretches roots

Grew sprouts, stretches roots