Its too sad.
It was the 50's. a young guy (or a boy really because he is singing to his parents) was killed by a car going very, very fast; with a big grill on it (you know with a spike on the front) on a far away two lane country road he was walking on.
He was basically all covered with blood and torn this way and that.
Sheriff said he was "too gross" to take hospital (or the morgue) unless you sew him together. And the farmer plowed him into the ground because the Sheriff said to.
In the old days they used to plow pigs into the ground when they died or really where killed I guess to eat...
Months before they plowed a pig (brains, guts and bones) into the Earth there. He says he is plowed into the SOUND but changed it to sow. He wants you to know where he is buried.
Take out "sound" and replace "sow".
My brother says this is what it means, I believe him. He is a genius.
Human wreckage, he was turned into human wreckage.
Plowed into the sow.
His only chance was lost when the farmer plowed him in. Now he doesn't have a grave.
His parents can't try to sew him together or bring him back his mixed with pigs.
He is Lost and Found. Because there is no record of him being anywhere.
He's atoms are telling him he is a ghost now.
* Really he'll be okay one day Jesus will pull him up from the ground with a perfect body, he just has to wait though.