Edge of the Garden

Wish there was a line that I could cross

At the edge of the garden and into the tall grass

There I would make myself known

Write on every leaf, turn over every stone

Oh my, oh my, it's getting dark

But I don't wanna turn back now

I'm almost there

Almost there

All of my fears have followed me

But they mean me no harm

They just wanna see

And is this a cry for attention?

Well, of course it is, tell me one thing that isn't

Oh my, oh my, it's turning black

And all my friends have turned back

But I hear the glistening bay through those pines

And I'm almost there

I'm almost there, I'm almost there

Oh my, oh my, it's getting dark

But I don't wanna turn back now

I'm almost there

Almost there

It's like I'm there

I'm there