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
oh the weather out here is 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 tired 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 that I'm not suited to being alone.
And 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 everything around me has changed,
but the garden that you planted remains.