See Adams apple sitting on top of his head?
Its not there for a target, go shoot at somebody else.
It fell from the treetops
And now he know just what its like to fall down.
Now hes a genius, a genius.

And now hes food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but hell take his chance
And hell keep the faith.
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
Right down to his apple core.
Though his bags getting empty hes already won.
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.

Look even closer, watch as he sings and he drinks.
See Adams apple, see how it rises and sinks.
Thats how his luck goes
But just give him a note and hell make a chord
And every so often a whole song.

And now hes food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but hell take his chance
And hell keep the faith.
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed
Right down to his apple core.
Though his bags getting empty hes already won.
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.

Keep the faith and walk dont crawl though.
Cynics never care at all (strings may break and hopes may fall)(repeat)

And now hes food for a flock of birds
And a bed of ants but hell take his chance
And hell keep the faith.
He reminds me of Johnny Appleseed Right down to his apple core.
Though his bags getting empty hes already won.
Planted dreams are behind him growing in the sun.
Though his bags getting empty hes already wo