GARDEN TALKER

I saw you taking to the garden.
Hands on your hips, you were really going for it.
It left me feeling dumbfounded,
like what the hell is going on inside of you?

Is it grief? Is it pain? Are your legs too weak to stand?
Are the shadows chasing you catching up?
Are you feeling undercut, have you had quite enough?
Can you come unlock the door and let me in? Oh, let me in.

I saw you crying in the garden,
so strange to see on such a beautiful day.
Suppose you’re feeling broken-hearted.
The world around you just keeps letting you down.

Could it be laughter? Is it joy?
Am I reading this all wrong?
Is this a thin projection of myself?
Are you waiting for the gun of a race that can’t be won?
Let me come unlock the door and let you in. Oh let you in.

We’re not that different you and me.
We’re not that different can’t you see?
We’re not that different at all.

Is it grief? Is it pain? Are your legs too weak to stand?
Are the shadows chasing you catching up?
Are you feeling undercut? Have you all but given up?
Can you come unlock the door and let me in? Just let me in.

I saw you walking through the garden,
taking time for yourself in sweet summer air.
And I could tell that you’d been crying.