See Adamżs apple sitting on top of his headż
Itżs not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else.
It fell from the treetops
And now he know just what itżs like to fall down.
Now heżs a genius, a genius.
And now heżs food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but heżll take his chance
And heżll keep the faith.
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
Right down to his apple core.
Though his bagżs getting empty heżs already won.
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks.
See Adamżs apple, see how it rises and sinks.
Thatżs how his luck goes
But just give him a note and heżll make a chord
And every so often a whole song.
And now heżs food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but heżll take his chance
And heżll keep the faith.
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
Right down to his apple core.
Though his bagżs getting empty heżs already won.
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
Keep the faith and walk donżt crawl though.
Cynics never care at all (strings may break and hopes may fall)(repeat)
And now heżs food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but heżll take his chance
And heżll keep the faith.
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed Right down to his apple core.
Though his bagżs getting empty heżs already won.
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
Though his bagżs getting empty heżs already won.