born like the eye of a hurricane
the reverend john was his favoured name
one of many and
he loved his women and being high
and they laughed in his arms as they looked in his eyes and loved him
like you would too
if you did like he’s telling you to
ask her, ask her, ask her
if you can’t remember what it’s like before
you lose the sense that life is only
seeds and stalks (ask her)

he lived fast and loose he played long and hard he
played right down to the final card
if he had to
he said: here’s the thing ,it might seem insane
if i love ‘em once i can do it again
if you ask them, they’ll say the same
the better part of john is that he never blames
ask her, ask her, ask her
when you can’t recall what it was like before
you realised you needed more than seeds and stalks

only rainy eyed women could make him sad
lose everything that he never had
‘cept for choosing
he’d say: honey, come you can tell me it all
all of the thoughts you shouldda had before
especially the ones you tried to ignore
leap in the darkness and you only fall
‘cause you’re pretty but the armour’s wearing thin
ask her, ask her, ask her
you’ve got the time if you need to talk to
dream it up again as more than seeds and stalks

there’s no-one there because no-one cares
‘cause they learned to smile and they’re off somewhere playing happy
(are you) gonna live your life somewhere else entirely
than the place i see you stand before me with your mind anywhere
but in your skin
‘cause it don’t fit the shape you’re in?
ask her, ask her, ask her
the full moon’s not the time to want to talk
to criticise and say your life’s
just seeds and stalks
no maam!!