Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And

Can I change your mind? Racey days help me through the hopeless haze But my, oh, my Tragic eyes, I can't even recognize myself So if the answer is no Out again, a siren screams at half-past ten And you won't let go While I ignore, that we both felt like

Don't want us to lose what we are Don't question it You ain't gotta question it You already know the answer The truth don't make us relevant Hurts but it's necessary Lose what we are So they can't help but to come and hate on it They see what we got and

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding

You're all alone. How come you don't make time for me anymore, That's the last thing she said to you, And now when you call, She don't answer anymore, For the line is busy and you can't get through, In the time it would take you to learn from your

Hand it over Get on your knees and pray Give it up, give it over Ain't no mountain You cant climb Ain't no answer You can't find All you need is a hand to hold I'll heal your body

Welcome to the family When our thoughts are so numb And our feelings unsure We all have emptiness inside, we all have answers to find I've lost my mind Hey kid (hey kid) You can't win this fight But you can't win this fight

Just what they've done, done, done, done, done It's a twelve o'clock depression, my mind is in recession And I can't answer you It's the day I can't remember, I think it's late September Or is it April blue I can't find peace of mind in a world so unkind

But don't ask me what I think of you I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin I might not give the answer that you want me to Now, when I talked to God, I knew He'd understand He said, "Stick by my side and

Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And