Ten feet twenty the Flower Man Is waiting for the touch of his hand Straightening petals without a plan Like the every daily Wish that bothered the Flower Man What could I do to make him laugh Inside my little chamber made of glass So he lived THE FLOWER MAN FLOWER MAN WITH HIS HEART IN THE SAND SO HE STANDS TO WATCH THE WHOLE WID WORLD FROM A CAN WAY UP HIGH IN THE SKY WITH THE SUN IN HIS EYES AINT NICE THE LIFE FOREVER FOR, FLOWERS