while on my way to walk through the garden
while on my way i stopped in the city…..
i still want to walk in that garden some day
i hope that garden will wait for me.
i met a man who looking at my hand
said he could tell i didn’t work just by my fingers
i’d be proud to show him these hands now
funny how that memory lingers
last night i heard the peepers by the pond
and a train way off in the distance
felt like i died the day i was born
and dreamt this life up in an instant