Right now it's a concrete-made post, I've not started
At least that what it seems but no, you've missed my big plan sheet
My carving plan is perfect, you lack the sight to see it right
Got no chisel, they're a pain and I simply refuse to grit up my eyes
So I hear you say "You cannot carve this way"
Well, just like my art, finished, I have not

Erosion
Let the wind do my job, small bit of water, it'll work
I can lay right back all day 'cause all I'll have to do is wait
No real work, just sit and wait

It's sad you can't see how this is art, the praise folks will sing, ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Your "rules" are meant to stifle those like me who love to just mess with everything
Might think it's a joke, silly jest, way too slow
It's how mountains take shape so just think of what I can make

Erosion
I can take six months off, no other orders for artwork
So I'm safe to nap all day and only get up to rotate

Call me a lazy twit and I'll have to cop to it
Can even say I've lost my mind since there's a factor that I've missed
Wind size is a problem, no way I can funnel
The natural wind gusts into a size that works for carving
But stop, look around you, see in motion
At least twenty-nine funnels I've strung up high in this outdoor sky
Set to whirl at random times

Erosion
I don't know what shape or abstract monstrosity I'll birth
I can wait for that, okay? I'm sick of constant cramps and strains

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh