Like that scouring plant you pointed out, made memorable by its thrust through inches of asphalt to grow despite it all; Faded brother to asparagus, weeping asparagus, gone to seed, the tough stalk brittle and just about dead. [Chorus] Here's another casual weed surprising the parking lot acres. Fierce vegetable, it harbored in its budded, unravelling arms grains of sand for quiet ammunition, and prodded and pushed with a tiny force, persistently at the thick black roof of its coffin, crumbling the stuff millimeter by millimeter, certain only the sun is up there somewhere! [Chorus] Here's another casual weed surprising the parking lot acres. I, too, have come through — and I smoke your cigar on the hearth, lift up this pen after the dry winter, celebrate my arrival. And if I, too, appear to be more dead than alive just wait and see me come summer. [Chorus] Here's another casual weed surprising the parking lot acres. [Outro] Just wait and see me come summer!
