I'm growing in a thousand directions at once.
I'm restless, I'm never still.
I'm always on the prod.
I'm big and yet I'm small.
I'm short and then I'm tall.
Still the sharpest eye can't see me.
Moving on the side.
There's a big foot stepping in my face.
It belongs to a man of a modern race.
He's shaking hands with a best friend of his life.
But tonight he'll be loving his best friend's wife.
But I'll get the best of him in the final scene.
I am the grass and I will cover him green.
Standing on me is a woman with a gossipy tongue.
She won't shut her mouth though she's doing wrong.
And when her work of art has broken innocent hearts.
She'll be the first one to deny her evil part.
Oh, but let her go and let her be so mean.
I am the grass,
someday I'll cover her green.
Let men pour their concrete and their steel.
For stone walls will never hold me back.
And every time they look, I'm still coming.
Crawling at them through a tiny crack.
So go on, live your life the way you want to.
It don't matter to me what you think or do.
For I'll get the best of you in the final scene.
I am the grass and I will cover you green.
I am the grass and I will cover you green.
I am the grass,
someday I'll cover you green.