I’m gonna plant me some seeds                   Grow me an ocean              Cut me some trees             And build me an island Stand on the corner                Flag down a streetcar               Go somewhere and phone him              And ask him where my thoughts are   N.C I’m gonna say to him: Are my thoughts with you babe         How twisted babe are they           Since you went away babe       I ain’t been thinking too straight And if that don’t get through                   I’m gonna build me a flower   Sit down in the morning dew   And kiss it every hour N.C I’m gonna: Turn out the lights turn on the night Give up the fight go for a flight Catch me a cab who cares what’s right or wrong When I get to the moon rent me a room Sit in the gloom   all alone I’ll cry: Are my thoughts with you babe How twisted babe are they Since you left me this way babe I just ain’t thinking too straight