The Soil Makes a Good Seat

I'm looking
To lounge
I used to scoff at sitting anywhere but a chair, and I
I used to turn you down, to lounge on the ground, and I
I guess I was to proud, to turn my life around, and I
I come to you now, I was lost but I am found, yes I

Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat (and I)
Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat (and I)
Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat

I'm looking
To lounge
I used to scoff at sitting anywhere but a chair, and I
I used to turn you down, to lounge on the ground, and I
I don't want my to pride to keep me, out of the stain glass window, I
So I purge my pride, and glide into the sire wisdom, I

Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat (and I)
Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat (and I)
Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat
Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat
Am looking
To make
The soil
My seat

And all, the things, for which, the sire sings
Will come, not on a whim, but on, that soil thing

The soil
Makes
A good
Seat