dreaming of the way it was
in stories that we told
watching all the people pass
do the work they know
i didn't have to tell them
they are late again
someone there will
set them straight instead
but oh my god what do i really know?
oh my garden grows anyhow
wait for my friends to write me again
watch all them find their brand new married men
didn't have to tell you i miss all of them
want to see them again
oh Lake Michigan
but oh my God do i have to stay?
oh my garden grows anyway
every once in a while
i go back and see
all my memories
staring back at me
and i tell myself every time
theres a better way, but its not mine
oh my God what do i really know?
oh my garden grows anyhow
oh my God what do i really know?
oh my garden grows anyhow