I am still here. Can you see me? Can you feel me? Can you hear-ear-ear me?
I am still here. Can you see me? Can you feel me? Can you hear-ear-ear me?

Sitting in the tall grass….Just beyond the glare….Can you hear me?
Over the roar of engines….in and out one ear…. Can you fe-eel me?

Under the old fur coat That wasn’t good enough? before you wrapped yourselves in
…synthetic plastic….Just outside the beltway…you used to cut me off?

I am still here. Can you see me? Can you feel me? Can you hear-ear-ear me?
And it’s never. Been. So clear. That I need you, to speak up for me, to hold these songs dear…

Instrumental Interlude – ooh – aww…

Sedges have edges, Rushes are round, Grasses are Hollow, All the way to the ground.
Creatures have needs and when they are not met,
Oh ya get what ya get what ya get what ya get….

I am still here. Can you see me? Can you feel me? Can you hear-ear-ear me?
Singing my song, clinging to my stem – the only home I’ve ever known…

Or am I like those ghost words – hollow bone and stem.
Were you too wrapped-up in your two-legged drama – to ever let me in???
That I never. Had. A chance....That you forgot. To stop. And. Cry….

That you forgot. To shut your noise off? And look me in the eye? And look me in the eye-eye???

Cuz: I am still here…Can you see me? Can you hear me? Can you fee---eeel me?
And it’s not too late. To reach out to me, to listen for me, to celebrate:
All life. All love. All life. Every part of this beautiful web.
Repeat last line.