Weeds or Wildflowers

I came along to find a little peace of mind
 neglectin' all my duties, steppin' off that straightened line
 now I just sit by my front door filled with indolence and sound
 it's like I'm watchin' the weeds grow on my brow
 and I had a pure potential in a soiled white shirt
 with love enough to kill me, but was unsure of its worth
 and though the night is sweetened by some rising of the moon
 I've lived enough to know the battle's never through
 you pass something down, no matter where or how
 will there be weeds or wildflowers affixed upon your bows
 there's a crooked burning cigarette rollin' on your tongue
 will there be weeds or wildflowers when you're done
 remember you traveled through the desert, you traveled to the sea
 lookin' out on some horizon, asking what you mean to me
 and we all hang around with a free or toiled mind
 while all of our branches entwine
 and as I watch the brick erode from day to day
 the leaves change their colors and the loft fills with hay
 as a blade of sunshine cuts across my chest
 the blood beneath boils with unrest
 you pass something down, no matter where or how
 will there be weeds or wildflowers affixed upon your bows
 there's a crooked burning cigarette rollin' on your tongue
 will there be weeds or wildflowers when you're done
 blown about by the wind, a worthless little thing
 but the world can feel the changes of a butterfly's wing
 and so that crooked burning cigarette rollin' on your tongue
 will leave its weeds before your flowers yet have sprung
 will there be weeds or wildflowers when you're done