Ten feet twenty the Flower Man
Is waiting the touch of his hand
Fallen to pieces still without a plan
Yet the every daily
Hope that powered the Flower Man
Would never cower off of its path
Even if broken I am more than glass
So he lived the

Flower Man, Flower Man
With his heart in his sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a can
Way up high in the sky
With the Sun in your eyes
Ain't it nice to live forever for
Flowers

Ten feet twenty the Flower Man
Is waiting the touch of his hand
Straightening petals out without a plan
Yet the every daily
Wish that bothers the Flower Man
Could I do something to make him laugh
Inside my little chamber made of glass
So he lived the

Flower Man, Flower Man
With his heart in his sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a can
Way up high in the sky
With the Sun in his eyes
The life forever for

Ten feet twenty the Flower Man
Is waiting the touch of his hand
Fallen to pieces without a plan
Yet the every daily
Hope that powered the Flower Man
Would never cower off of its path
Even if broken I am more than glass