I don't think about it
But since you've asked me to I
I don't think about it,
That's all i have to say
Way out in the field
I till the soil and plant the seed
watch it all turn green
out of dust and decay
Sometimes when the sky
gets twisted and mean
I'm tempted to think
of all the bad I've ever seen
But I try not to think about it
But since you've asked me to i'm
starting to think about it and
it's making me feel sad
out in the field
i like to do my work and
when the day is done
i never feel too bad
way out by the river
i watch the gently flowing stream
and then i think about it
as if it were a dream
i don't want to talk about it
so there, my lips forever sealed
i'm done hearing all about it
and going back out to the field
