Where My Seed Might Find Purchase

The leaves are changing for quite some time
As we headed south
On 35
Some unfinished business left to do
Stepping stone up
We’re further away from you
There’s been talk on the telephone
About these bleak reports of mine
They say your radio’s okay this year
But your retail’s not worth a dime
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tonight these hollow bodies
Are thrown into the paths
Of stun-gun electricity
And the bleeding fingers
The strumming hacks
My tubes, they are a-rattlin'
Like the wind among dead leaves
And tonight my amps
They’re howling
For nobody else but me
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ve been slipping under beneath the haze
Of John Barleycorn too often
Generally I am the one most inclined
To drive the nails into their respective coffins
Distortion factor’s kicking in
A thousand miles from home
And tonight my speakers
They’re breaking up too much
With a beauty all their own
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Could your bloodstream ever withstand
The poison born of bitterness and vices?
You must learn to live thankful to the Lord
Or be left to your own devices
Yeah, we’re out here on these paths again
Speaking our peace and throwing caution to the wind
There’s this warm, dry room you can sleep in
When you’re caught out in
The open
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Where my seed
Might find purchase
Yeah, yeah, yeah