The Invisible Gardener

The Joy In Discovery

Why do you lay in the grass?. Don't you want to be found?. Don't you want that?. . Isn't the Sun even going to try to find. A hole in the clouds?. Isn't it even going to try?.

The Joy In Forgetting / The Joy In Acceptance

There is a cat in the window of the house of my lover. Well, she sleeps there alone now or perhaps with another. But I try not to think about that, I try not to think at all.

The First Noel

The first Noel the angels did say. Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay a keeping their sheep. On a cold winter's night that was so deep.

The City Has Sex

The city has sex with itself I suppose. As the concrete collides well, the scenery grows. And the lonely once bandaged lay fully exposed. They undressed their wounds for each other.

The Difference In The Shades

Now that it's June, we'll sleep out in the garden. And if it rains we'll just sink in to the mud. Where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is.

Type Of Nigga U Need

[Mike Jones]. MIKE JONES! For the ladies baby!. Who? Mike Jones! [Repeat: x3]. (Yeah!). This here for the ladies man. You know what I'm sayin. I know I ain't balling right now but.

Trust Yourself

Someday soon. And I don't know when. Your little world. Will come crashing in. Don't think twice. I'll be around. Turn your back. Someone's gonna let you down.

Try

Don't tell me I'm wrong. Cause I've been watching every move that you make. Hearts you steal, when you're made-up and heels. Trouble for the man that you take.

Two Tongues

If you have the midas touch. Why does everything around here look like rust. And if your house is in such perfect order. Why are your kids running around in rags from second hand counters.

Truescott

This one's for sadness. These are for pain. And here are the words. You can't get back again. Well I'm holding a picture. Of you on your lawn. Smiling like an angel.

Truscott

This ones for sadness. And these are for pain. And here are the words. You cant get back again. . Im holdin' a picture. Of you on your lawn. Smilin' like an angel.

Together

We can fight and argue all night. And I'll sing my blues. And you'll sing yours too. Cause no one's giving in. No one's even listening. To tired old words.

Too Many Hands

Too many hands carving up the sky. And leaving their mark in the sand. Like history moves. No matter where we stand. Too many hands. . There's dust in my eyes.

Train

I was riding on this train. looking out the back door on where I had been. thinking about the sun and your golden skin. your golden skin. I'm looking back.

Time

An endless chain of days go by. Can't scratch the surface still I try. I'm going down feeling underground. Just kicking the leaves all around this town.

Tired Of Pretending

You have never tried. To conceal or deny. That this love is my ruin. My peril and trial. . All of the promises. Were nothing but lies. But now that youre here.

Til I Am Myself Again

I want to know where. My confidence went. One day it all disappeared. And I'm lying in a hotel room. Miles away. Voices next door in my ear. . Daytime's a drag.

Til I Gain Control Again

Just like the sun over the mountaintop. You know I'll always come again. You know I love to spend my mornings. Like sunlight dancing on your skin. I've never gone so wrong.

This Road

One, two, three, four. . Driving home after the show. Listening to the radio. Speaker rattles on the driver side door. . And Jane sings a song. About that old tin drum.