Garden

there is no map for where we're goin'

we'll have to trust the stars

and all that we know is what we were told

and now we'll have to start

to build our own stories with fresh churned earth

it's too late for fairy tales

we'll need water and dirt

so water with hope and bury your hurt

and soon enough

there'll be a garden

this one's a newborn with clear blue eyes

she's free from history and all of its lies

so we'll say farewell to the ghosts of the past

and we'll write a new book at long

long last

yes this is a story of what it's all worth

the pain and the glory

the death and the birth

so water with hope and bury your hurt

and soon enough there'll be a garden

there is no map for where we're goin'

we'll have to trust the stars

and all that we know is what we were told

and now we'll have to start

to build our own stories with fresh churned earth

it's too late for fairy tales

we'll need water and dirt

so water with hope and bury your hurt

and soon enough

there'll be a garden