Little green inch worm,
you weave back and forth like a blind man’s stick
as you feel your way
up the white wall,
a vast desert
with no leaf in sight
and I am too tired
and have no desire to change
your destiny or mine.
Little green inch worm,
you weave back and forth like a blind man’s stick
as you feel your way
up the white wall,
a vast desert
with no leaf in sight
and I am too tired
and have no desire to change
your destiny or mine.
