The dirt is soft, the air is clean.
the lawn is growing nice and green.
The ditch is undetectable.
No one can see my memory placed in a hole.
If I need to remember again,
I've got my plough and nothing more.
Instead, I'll plant a hedge nearby.
Something to take root and grow.
But with my luck, it'll probably die. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/w/wckr_spgt/elegant_dirt_part_ii.html ]
