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OH TALL TREE IN THE EAR | lyrics

EDEN WAS A GARDEN

There's a pine warbler sitting on a hollow limb
he seems to have the whole morning out right in front of him
and everything he sings from the branch that he's sitting on
seems to hush the leaves and the colors all around.
First he sings and then he goes.
And what it means? It's hard to know.

Baby works down right off of Barbur Blvd
and writes down everything on the back of a business card.
Everything she writes will turn into a song or two,
she puts it on the stage and all goes still.
Now if she sings a forest clear,
she puts a tree right in your ear.

Now why can't it stay with me?
Why don't you tell me cause it makes a fool of me
Well Eden was a garden you know.
The birds were in the trees until the place was gone
they scattered to the wind and then they just kept moving on.

SOMETHING LEFT TO SAY

Hey child it's a quarter to four you know it took a little time with my head on the floor before i understood why i needed to find the door. Summer's here to rattle ceiling fans a lot of people leaning up against the moving vans - you know there's pollen on the bottles laying in the garbage cans. Well the wind is hot and all the leaves are green and now i'm reading what you say on the computer screen, but i knew that this was coming back when we were seventeen I don't want anybody saying don't look back i'm not going to go to pieces when i ride around this town. the things you've done have made me what i am and that's catching the bus and half singing the tears of a clown. so we can walk around and we can laugh all night it's hard to fit a lot of years in a friday night ¬†¬† cause there always seems to be something left to say well we got a little money and we took a drive we broke down flat on the M25 after freshman year, they say you're lucky to be alive well you can be asured that we were not the first to look across that parking lot and put a curse on any space and time that brings and end to May. Try to fall in love, try to get control you try to find a little bit of that in rock and roll and that's almost enough when there's nothing that you know to say. I don't want anybody saying don't look back i'm not going to go to pieces when i ride around this town. the things you've done have made me what i am and that's catching the bus and half singing the tears of a clown. so we can walk around and we can laugh all night it's hard to fit a lot of years in a friday night cause there always seems to be something left to say.