See Adam’s apple sitting on top of his head?
It’s not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else.
It fell from the treetops
And now he know just what it’s like to fall down.
Now he’s a genius, a genius.
And now he’s food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but he’ll take his chance
And he’ll keep the faith.
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
Right down to his apple core.
Though his bag’s getting empty he’s already won.
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks.
See Adam’s apple, watch as it rises and sinks.
That’s how his luck goes
But just give him a note and he’ll make a chord
And every so often a whole song.