I remember her standing in the tall grass and cattailsAway from the windows at the end of the dayWatched the man from the landing with his hall hats and coattailsShe'd never look different, but something would changeA mind with a heart of its ownA mind with a heart of its ownYeah, a mind with a heart of its ownWell, the man out to Anderson had a hurricane businessHe'd raised him from babies all by himselfBut his teenage accountant had become surroundedHe drank up the party and everyone leftA mind with a heart of its ownA mind with a heart of its ownYeah, a mind with a heart of its ownYeah, a mind with a heart of its ownWell, I've been to Brooker and I've been to the KenobiI've been to St. Louis tooI've been all around the worldYeah, I've been to Brooker and I've been to the KenobiI've been over to your houseAnd you've been over sometimes to my houseI've slept in your treehouseMy middle name is EarlA mind with a heart of its ownA mind with a heart of its ownYeah, a mind with a heart of its ownA mind with a heart of its ownWith a heart of its ownA mind with a heart of its ownA mind with a heart of its ownYeah, a mind with a heart of its ownOh, yeah.Thank you.