Department of Forseeable Outcomes

I planted some trees
They were so fragile they snapped in the breeze
Said, prove me wrong
Come back in the summer when the freeze is gone

So I tossed out some seeds
Over my shoulder in the careless breeze
If I could find a careless breeze

So I called the department of forseeable outcomes
They said "You should've known better."
I said "Yeah, but I moved here for the weather."

I've held on tight, crooked hearts don't beat right
I've blistered hands in the furnace, love, and I'd do it again
If I thought I could set yours towards mine

But I have seen the days of my quite life
Put subside for the church and I don't see why
You'll bury them in so deeply
Don't bury them so deeply
Don't bury them