Worms

Nestled in the trees
Beneath the wired and the leaves
There's the city
And nestled in their houses
Making dinner with their spouses
Are the people that the world never see
And when they're nestled in their beds
They draw pictures in their heads
Of images that make them feel at home
'Cause no matter who they know
They're still living in their bodies all alone
Nestled in my garden are the worms
Squirming just beneath the surface
They give all the things I throw away
A brand new purpose
And at times I stop and think
That there's a special part of me
Nestled with them down there
Oh, but the worms
They just don't seem to care

I'm afraid we're all just stuck
In a special loop in time
Where nothing ever changes
But you and your mind
And nothing's worth the effort
And it's all just pretend
And nothing really matters
When you're thinking 'but the end

Nestled in their coffins are the ones who have come and gone through
And there's only six feet of earth that separates them from you
'Cause we're all just taking turns
Making friends with the worms
There's not much else we're here to do
But I'd still get some coffee in the park
If you asked me to

I'm afraid we're all just stuck
In a special loop in time
Where nothing ever changes
But you and your mind
And nothing's worth the effort
And it's all just pretend
And nothing even matters
When you're thinking 'bout the end