The hours tick away - they tick away In the fullness of time In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away

Singing from the garden Only the beginning I'm only getting started I don't mind the digging Baby, I'll work harder Singing from the bottom When you saw me out your window I've been washing dishes

See me winnin', now they wanna stop me Came from nothin', now we fuckin' flossin' I feel great, these people think I'm awesome Lil' baby, why you fraudin'? Plant my seed, watch me grow a garden Save your breath, I don't do the arguin' We done came up, we

(There is a rose in Spanish Harlem) There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem I'm going to pick that rose And watch her as she grows in my garden La la la, la la la, la la la la It is a special one, it's never seen the sun It only

I gotta get home there's a garden to tend There's fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic Whistling static When the young learn to fly I will patch all the holes up again Well I can't believe that my lime tree is dead I

I'm so far away The dust distorts the sound Last one left in this god forsaken town Tarnished all your memories Your smile's a front at best As you stare out the tilted window Is it one big second guess? I'm so far away now

Every time he'd talk about her, She was a flower for the takin', Her beauty cut just like a knife He was a banker from Macon, He swore he'd love her all a his life He bought her a mansion on the mountain, With a formal garden and a lot a land But

You never gonna change me I was already changin' I was wrong they say Flowers in the garden that won't grow Flowers on the train, it's not the same Flowers in the garden Life won't grow if we never change I'm missin'

Hey, hey, what do you got? Doesn't matter to me 'cause I don't want it I'm not the only one Selling the secret to the Sun Welcome to the Universe Where does your garden grow? Tell me the secrets that you know Another time, another place (place) Where are

If these are the things that Dreams are made of Why don't I dream anymore I'm in the garden All the trees bear fruit I have to pick them before they fall I finally grab one I hold it in my hand I open it up