got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk
i m always starving for words when you re around
nothing on my tongue so much in my ground

half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door
fourth door from the end
rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor
if it weren t for my brain i d go over and make friends
too bad about my brain cause i d like to make friends.

see the little song bird unable to make a sound
even though she follows her words from town to town
we both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay
that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet.

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