the farmer drove his tractor, where the soil had been tilled
planting corn in rank and file from the silo to the lumber mill
he rode along in silence as he looked out past the honeysuckle field
and watched the water turn, turn the water wheel
started thinking about his daughter's affection,
her reaction of disdain the day he replaced the blue hydrangea
with the climbing grain
while her disappointed sister looked on quiet as the snow
knowing well that those who know dont talk
and those who talk dont know

but she couldnt help but sing, oh she couldnt help but sing
oh she couldnt help but sing. she couldnt help but sing.
she tried and couldnt help but sing
she couldnt help but sing

the tortoise in a wheel chair wrapped his forehead in a bandage
with a cast they made from plaster for his phony broken leg
so he'd get pushed around the sidewalk by the zookeepers assistant
with the hummingbird observing from behind the yellow flower
and he flapped his tiny wings, they moved so fast you couldnt see them
with resentment for the tortoise, which was clear by his expression
but the tortoise turned and smiled, with a peacefulness that proved
that there is a movement in our stillness and however much we move
were bound to stand completely still

we stand completely still,
we stand completely still
we all stand completely still
we stand completely still

come tortoise, standing still
go hummingbird, my will
come tortoise, stumbling blind
go hummingbird, my eyes
come tortoise, empty hand
go hummingbird, my plan
come tortoise, undefined
go hummingbird, my mind
come tortoise, letting go
go hummingbird, i know
come tortoise, come and die
go hummingbird, my I

goodbye, I...goodbye, I....goodbye....I ohh.....goodbye, I.