The Garden

Everything has its place

In the slow plummet

I sure am glad you came

To this homecoming

You laugh and you cry, and you drink too much

Everything has its place

Why are you running?

Your mom and your dad in the garden

Watched everything rot from the autumn

You know who you are, you know where you started

You know you can't do it by yourself

Everyone counts the days

Till they go under

You sure know what to say

Like my own mother

You sing and you sulk, and you sleep too much

Everyone counts the days

Why are you running?

Why are you—

Your mom and your dad in the garden

Watched everything rot from the autumn

You know who you are, you know where you started

You know you can't do it by yourself

You laugh and you cry, and you work till you die

And your teachers and preachers and parents were right

And deep in the night, you can still hear the mice

And the clawing and gnawing in the petrified light

Of the TV blinking and rubbing your eyes

From the sleep that leaves you wondering

Why are you running?

Why are you running?