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 won