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