Lyrics

I don't really know if I ever get to see you again The branchy things above are breaking in the cold and falling in Old Mr. Natural made of grass did he burn? A smokey old scarecrow who would never learn All of his stuff gets pecked by the birds A hollow head is all he heard He invited me to his cardboard chalet A better time could not be had he'd say Though he'd mussed up so many other times He had to ask me anyway I don't really know if I'm ever going to see you again The branches up above are breaking in the cold and falling in Cover the place when you spread yourself on the ground