I've noticed
That grass bows beneath my feet
And the tide sometimes recedes
As I walk along a shore
And the sun
Goes down when I get up
And the cicadas all shut up
As I pass below their tree
So now you see it's not my imagination
That all of god's creation
Was made for me.
And if I chose to buy a gun
Go out tonight and shoot someone
Or take an axe to my neighbor's tree
It won't even bother me
'cause i've noticed
That grass bows beneath my feet...
...and God is this a lonely place to be