I planted some trees   They were so fragile they snapped in the breeze   Said, prove me wrong   Come back in the summer when the freeze is gone      So I tossed out some seeds   Over my shoulder in the careless breeze   If I could find a careless breeze      So I called the department of forseeable outcomes   They said "You should've known better."   I said "Yeah, but I moved here for the weather."      I've held on tight, crooked hearts don't beat right   I've blistered hands in the furnace, love, and I'd do it again   If I thought I could set yours towards mine      But I have seen the days of my quite life   Put subside for the church and I don't see why   You'll bury them in so deeply   Don't bury them so deeply   Don't bury them