(play twice)
On the fourth floor of the building
In a shallow window box
She's diggin' in the soil with a silver spoon
Her hands inside of her gloves
Plantin' seed, pullin' up weed
The cycle of life is complete
Who would have thought it, in a city of stone
Four floors above the street
I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are
I'm too far below on the street
But the colour they add to the building so drab
Bring a warm splash of welcome relief
Yeah it's somethin' worthwhile for the sun to shine on
A reason to radiate heat
Well that small window box it puts a skip in my feet
Four floors below on the street
For every good seed she plants in the soil
There's a dozen bad waiting to grow
To strangle the goodness she's trying to nurture
And kill all the seed that she's sown
Everytime you water the garden
You also water the weeds
Profound ministration(?) of sin and temptation
Four floors above the street
(solos)
Some people don't understand why she does it
Some people look for a reason
Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil
Or, keepin' in tune with the seasons
Maybe she has so much pride in herself
Got to keep it all visually pleasing
Small paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors above the street
Small paradise in a world of concrete
Small paradise in a world of concrete
Small paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors Ay-bove the street