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, see how 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
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
Keep the faith and walk don't crawl though
Cynics never care at all (strings may break and hopes may fall)
(Repeat)
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
Though his bag's getting empty he's already won