Was on a flight home from?well, it doesn?t matter
With eleven hours, a million thoughts were gathering
My mind kept going to my garden of lavender
I wanted to get to them so they wouldn?t die
When I got home, they were dry as wheat
Not sure what my lavender symbolize
But inside my heart cried
My heart is drawn to the small out-of-the-way things
That I can?t help but to give my focus and attention and care
Cause they shut off what hijacks my brain
And help to tune out what can cause me pain
And I care for the animals around my yard
And my sister?s children and I care for my garden
Swarmed upon by bumblebees
And yellow jackets and wasps and hornets that can dart out and sting
I see the big orange tabby cat
Getting warm on the cover of the hot tub
He turns over on his back
Looking for a belly rub
I see the deer tracks in the snow
On the animal path
That leads into my backyard
I hear the sound of my girlfriend?s car
Coming up the driveway and it fills my heart With joy
Though I know it will all end someday
And someone else will be sleeping in my mountain house
Wondering who lived here before
Just like I sometimes do
Though I never really cared to explore
I see the chocolate and peanut butter cat
I look at him and he looks back
I snap my fingers and blow him a kiss
He rubs his head against my hand and we reminisce
I walk downtown and see the Christmas lights
Along the highway and how they shine
And I?m reminded of when I was a child
And how happy I felt when I opened the box and saw a guitar inside
Was on a flight to somewhere I can?t remember
I feel like I?ve lived so many lives, I can?t put it all together
Dordrecht, Holland, yeah that was it
I had a nice dinner with a concert promoter and his Korean wife, Suyoung Kim
Then dropped me off at an old spooky hotel
I felt like an old man in a castle looking over at the canal
And I went and I played for a crowd but my heart wasn?t there
I came back to my room and slouched in my bed
And I fell asleep still stewing about my dried up lavender
And I fell asleep in the dark dead night
And I dreamed of a bluejay picking up a seed
And passing it to another?s beak
Then watched him soar to another branch
Then a baby possum hissed at me as I crept up on him near a trash can
And I woke up one rainy morning in Dordrecht, Holland
Then got on a flight for London, England