It’s getting late
I’m coming home
I picked this rose for you
I’ve been away searching for oceans
With time to kill
You better buy a gun
Because I’ve seen them watching you
The old man and his son
They have been studying your moves
Why won’t it rain
They need the water
They’ll die faster than you
I’m not in pain
I’ve got my flowers
It’s happening
You better get your gun
I see them watching you
This pain has just begun
You will see me in the news
I know you will
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day,
and I start to complain when there is no rain
I don’t believe in miracles but I believe in you
Now I can’t wait ’til I can sleep in late
Maybe I’ll miss you then
With no garden to tend
I am your gardener!?! Oh no (what have I done)