Grass Too Tall

There are posers
Then there are composers
Here's a bearded man with roses
Who waits for you
Till the grass is too tall to mow

How many lies
Will you tell me
How many tries to call
Will it take 
To turn me away for good?
And should it make me learn
When the grass is too tall to burn
And I'm too damn high

Now the pasture is too high to rescue
I see blue above blowing green
And I sigh when I think of you
And what might of been

There are posers
Then there are composers
Here's a bearded man with roses
Who waits for you
Till the grass is too tall to mow

I watched our love grow
I watched as our love closed
Like a wildflower in the night.
And I'm not sure that I know
That the things you chose aint right
...And I'm too high

The pasture is too high to rescue
I see blue above blowing green
And I sigh when I think of you
And what might of been.