In the land of organica
we take our time
we look around

From the spam to trans-metica
what can be is used
what can not is found

In the land of organica

A better plan would have been
beside any point within

There’s a man on harmonica
he gives his all
he plays his hand

When she stands on my retina
I run the show
she funds the flow

My sweetheart will always know
from each start we’ll always go

To the land of organica