A gardener told me some plants move
But I could not believe it
Till me and Hannah Hunt

Saw crawling vines and weeping willows
As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix


A man of faith said
Hidden eyes could see what I was thinking
I just smiled and told him

That was only true of Hannah
And we glided on through Waverley and Lincoln


Our days were long our nights no longer
Count the seconds, watching hours
Though we live on the US dollar

You and me, we got our own sense of time

In Santa Barbara, Hannah cried

And missed those freezing beaches
And I walked into town
To buy some kindling for the fire,

Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces

If I can't trust you then damn it, Hannah

There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time


If I can't trust you then damn it, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer

Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time