Ten feet twenty the Flower Man

Is waiting for the touch of his hand

Straightening petals out without a plan

Like the every daily

Wish that bothers the Flower Man

Could I do something to make him laugh

Inside my little chamber made of glass

So he lived the

Flower Man, Flower Man

With his heart in the sand

So he stands

To watch the whole wide world

From a can

Way up high in the sky

With the sun in his eyes

Ain't it nice

The life forever for

Flowers

Ten feet twenty the Flower Man

Is waiting for the touch of his hand

Fallen to pieces still without a plan

Yet the every daily

Hope that powered the Flower Man

Would never cower off of its path

Even if broken I am more than glass

So he lived the

Flower Man, Flower Man

With his heart in the sand

So he stands

To watch the whole wide world

From a can

Way up high in the sky

With the sun in your eyes

Ain't it nice

The life forever for

Flowers