Mother nature points her finger at a flower
It blooms and wilts at the same time
No rhyme or reason
Just a changing of the season
But the moon doesn’t mix with the tide

“Do you want me?”
“Do you want me?”
Cries out the soul of a jelly bean
Who’s floating around in space somewhere
If only you could go up there

Mother nature points her finger at a forest
It burns and shivers wickedly
No rhyme or reason
Just a purging of the season
Where one and one make three

“Do you want me?”
“Do you want me?”
Cries out the soul of a jelly bean
Who’s floating away in space somewhere
If only you could go there