Garden Of Lavender

Intro: Was on a flight home from—well, it doesn’t matter With eleven hours, a million thoughts were gathering My mind kept going to my garden of lavender I wanted to get to them so they wouldn’t die When I got home, they were dry as wheat While the vines thrived around them B-horror film green Not sure what my lavender symbolize But inside my heart cried My heart is drawn to the small out-of-the-way things That I can’t help but to give my focus and attention and care Cause they shut off what hijacks my brain And help to tune out what can cause me pain And I care for the animals around my yard And my sister’s children and I care for my garden Swarmed upon by bumblebees And yellow jackets and wasps and hornets that can dart out and sting I see the big orange tabby cat Getting warm on the cover of the hot tub He turns over on his back Looking for a belly rub I see the deer tracks in the snow On the animal path That leads into my backyard I hear the sound of my girlfriend’s car Coming up the driveway and it fills my heart With joy Though I know it will all end someday And someone else will be sleeping in my mountain house Wondering who lived here before Just like I sometimes do Though I never really cared to explore I see the chocolate and peanut butter cat I look at him and he looks back I snap my fingers and blow him a kiss He rubs his head against my hand and we reminisce I walk downtown and see the Christmas lights Along the highway and how they shine And I’m reminded of when I was a child And how happy I felt when I opened the box and saw a guitar inside Was on a flight to somewhere I can’t remember I feel like I’ve lived so many lives, I can’t put it all together Dordrecht, Holland, yeah that was it I had a nice dinner with a concert promoter and his Korean wife, Suyoung Kim Then dropped me off at an old spooky hotel I felt like an old man in a castle looking over at the canal And I went and I played for a crowd but my heart wasn’t there I came back to my room and slouched in my bed And I fell asleep still stewing about my dried up lavender And I fell asleep in the dark dead night And I dreamed of a bluejay picking up a seed And passing it to another’s beak Then watched him soar to another branch Then a baby possum hissed at me as I crept up on him near a trash can And I woke up one rainy morning in Dordrecht, Holland Then got on a flight for London, England