The Garden

You know you're all alone.
Your friends they aren't at home.
Everybody's gone to the garden.
As you look into the trees.
You can look but you don't see.
The flowers seem to tease you at the garden.
Everybody's there, but you don't seem to care.
What's it with you man, and this garden.

Turned into my worst phobia,
A crazy man's utopia.
If you're lost no one can show you,
But it sure was glad to know you.
Only poor boys take a chance,
On the garden's song and dance.
Feel her flowers as they wrap around,
But only smart boys do without.

You can find it all inside.
No need to wrestle with your pride.
No, you ain't losin' your mind.
You're just in the garden.
They can lead you to yourself,
Or you can throw it on the shelf,
But you know you can look inside
For the garden.

I wasn't really scared,
Lost my virginity there
To a gypsy with blond hair,
But now no one seems to care.
Like a mouse inside a maze,
Wandering 'round for days,
With a smile upon my face,
I never want to leave this place.
Only poor boys take a chance
On the garden's song and dance.
Feel her flowers as they wrap around,
But only smart boys do without.
Turned into my worst phobia.
A crazy man's utopia.
If you're lost no one can show you,
But it sure was glad to know you.
Bye bye.
So long, bye bye...