Tiller Toil

I'm gonna step out into the window I'm gonna step around the door My roots have kept me here Feeling tired and drinking beers Don't need no water from the soil If I dry up and I blow away I'll say At least I tumbled with the weed There ain't no better place to live or die or stay Than somewhere else to set your seed I'm feeling earth between my ribs It's closing in, it's closing in The sun is out, the tiller's toiling Water from the soil is boiling