Sowing Season (yeah)

\rWas Losing All My Friends.
\rWas Losing Them To Drinking And To Driving.
\rWas Losing All My Friends, But I Got Them Back.

\rI Am On The Mend.
\rAt Least Now I Can Say That I Am Trying.
\rAnd I Hope You Will Forget Things I Still Lack.

\rYeah. Yeah.

\rIs It In You Now,
\rTo Barely Hear The Truth That You Have Spoken?
\rTwisted Up By Knaves,
\rTo Make A Trap For Fools.

\rIs It In You Now,
\rTo Watch The Things You Gave Your Life To Broken?
\rAnd Stoop And Build Them Up With Warn Out Tools.

\rYeah. Yeah.
\rYeah, Yeah. (oh.)
\rYeah.

\rNothing Gets So Bad,
\rA Whisper From Your Father Couldn't Fix It.
\rYour Whisper's Like A Bridge, He's A River Span.

\rTake All That You Have,
\rAnd Turn It Into Something You Were Missing.
\rSomebody Threw That Brick, Shattered All Your Plans.

\rYeah. Yeah.
\rYeah, Yeah. (oh.)
\rYeah.

\rTime To Get The Seeds Into The Cold Ground.
\rIt Takes A While To Grow Anything,
\rBefore It's Coming To The End, Yeah.

\rBefore You Put My Body In The Cold Ground,
\rTake Some Time To Warm It With Your Hand,
\rBefore It's Coming To An End, Yeah.

\rIt's Coming To An End, Yeah.
\rIt's Coming To An End, Yeah.

\rDo You Miss The Blend,
\rColors She Left In Your Black And White Field?
\rDo You Feel Condemned Just Being There?

\rI Am Not Your Friend.
\rI Am Just A Man Who Knows How To Feel.

\rI Am Not Your Friend.
\rI'm Not Your Lover.
\rI'm Not Your Family.

\rYeah. Yeah.
\rYeah, Yeah. (oh.)
\rYeah.

\rTime To Get The Seeds Into The Cold Ground.
\rIt Takes A While To Grow Anything,
\rBefore It's Coming To The End, Yeah.