You have been looking for so long now
but you can’t be found in an old sad town.
Can’t find your smile since you put it down.
Can’t pave a road to where you’re bound.
You can stand on your head, but you can’t fool a frown.
You gotta grow your own and pass it around, pass it around.
Lonely, you’re just another face in the crowd.
Hungry, you wander over fertile ground.
You want to, but you don’t, shout out loud.
The streets they empty to a bitter ol’ clown.
But love don’t grow on trees you chop down.
You gotta grow your own and pass it around, pass it around.
The virgin left her dress where the king left his crown
as pioneers searched for a place to settle down.
There’s clouds in the sky like tossed off evening gowns.
It’s like you’re under water, but you just don’t drown.
But even in the pastures of heaven I’ve found-
You gotta grow your own and pass it around, pass it around.