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 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 tire myself out just so I can rest
But rest, it rarely comes
And when it does, I cannot go home
Because it's much too quiet
Seems that I'm not suited to being in love
And everyone around me's changed
But the garden that you planted remains
I think about you
Maybe more than I should
But the smog 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's changed
But the garden that you planted remains
