Good Morning Dear
I hope I didnt wake you too soon
Because my mind is growing tired
Too much thinking what I should do
I picture you out there 
It must be beautiful this time of year
All those East Coast leaves
Floating round like embers from burning trees
Well the weather out here is just the same
But the garden that you planted remains.
Now its only work
Each day bleeding into the next
Barely scraping by I tire myself out just so I can rest
But rest it [bad word] 
And when it does [bad word] out and go home
Because its much too quiet
Seems that Im not suited to being in love
And everyone around mes changed
But the garden that you planted remains.
I think about you
Maybe more than I should
But the smog is getting old
The [bad word] Im taking arent so good
So will you talk to me
Even though youve had a late night
Because I need a little help
Baby, tell me Ill be alright
Cause everything around mes changed
But the garden that you planted remains