Good morning dear,
I hope I didn't wake you too soon
Because my mind is growing tired

Too much thinking what i should do

I picture you out there

It must be beautiful this time of year
All those east coast leaves
Floating round like embers from burning trees


Well the weather out here's just the same
But the garden that you planted remains


Now it's only work
Each day bleeding into the next

Barely scraping by
I tire myself out just so I can rest


But rest it rarely comes
When it does I cannot go home
Because it's much too quiet

Seems I'm not suited to being alone

Everyone around me has changed

But the garden that you planted remains

I think about you

Maybe more than I should
But the smoke is getting old
The drugs I'm taking aren't so good


So will you talk to me?
Even though you've had a late night

Because I need a little help
Baby, tell me I'll be alright


Cause everthing around me has changed
But the garden that you planted remains