Little one, move alongnYou're my last crooked songnPluck your eyes from your dreamsnThere's a circus where my head should bennLittle one, cloud of smokenUp so high, where'd you go?nHere's the sun, I'll be damnednAnd a cloud for where your head will landnnI'm pulling my eyes (pulling my eyes)nFrom the hole in the skynSo nobody knows (nobody knows)nHow high I can flynnLittle one, one of warnYou can't blow your trumpet anymorenAppleseed, appleseednYou're a rattle where my head should bennI'm pulling my eyes (pulling my eyes)nFrom the hole in the skynSo nobody knows (nobody knows)nHow high I can fly