Seeds and Stems, Again

[Verse 1] Sunrise creepin', birds are singin' high But my head's a-hangin', lower than the sky 'Cause it's 4/20 mornin', a day for celebratin' But my stash is lookin' sad, anticipatin' nothin' [Chorus] [Banjo enters, tempo picks up slightly] Seeds and stems, oh, where'd you go? My happy little plant, withered long ago Empty baggies, a mournful sight On this high holiday, nothin' feels right [Verse 2] [Harmonica joins in] Remember last year, the smoke was thick and sweet Laughter in the air, couldn't feel my feet Now the pipe is dusty, the grinder's standin' still Just echoes of good times, givin' me the chill [Chorus] [Tempo increases a bit more] Seeds and stems, oh, where'd you go? My happy little plant, withered long ago Empty baggies, a mournful sight On this high holiday, nothin' feels right [Bridge] [Tempo slows down again, more reflective] Maybe I'll plant a seed, start all over new Wait for the sunshine, watch it break on through Learn from my mistakes, be prepared next time For this sacred day, in its smokey prime [Chorus] [Tempo picks up again, full band] Seeds and stems, oh, where'd you go? My happy little plant, withered long ago Empty baggies, a mournful sight On this high holiday, nothin' feels right [Outro] [Fades out with banjo and harmonica] Yeah, nothin' feels right, nothin' feels right 'Til I get my hands on somethin' green and bright... Seeds and stems... seeds and stems... gone...