I dug a hole and filled it up with compost   Rested on the cool grass for a minute   I saw the future in a dream last night   There’s nothing in it         I set the sapling in the hole   Started gently tapping down the dirt   I saw the future in a dream last night      Somebody’s gonna get hurt, somebody’s gonna get hurt   I hope it’s not me   But I suspect it’s going to have to be         I dug my heels in for the winter   And I waited for the snow   But something was stuck up in the clouds   Something was stuck up there   It couldn’t let go      And when its time came I could see it happen   Blossoms black and sweet as Texas crude   I saw the future flowering like a ruptured vessel   Somebody’s gonna get screwed   It won’t be me   Someday I am going to walk out of here free