Under the table

Through the checkered cloth he hides away

Stepdaddy's drinking

Mixing up martinis and croquet

Under the table

Imaginary seeds don't need sun

Covered in mudpies

Growing your creations you're the only one



And all we'd see

Are shoes and denim knees

Will this flower grow in a garden of one?



Looking out the window

Thinking of the love you lost

The garden that you left behind

Overgrown and covered in the frost



And off you go

To the great the great unknown

Will this flower grow in a garden of one?

In a garden of one?



You and me we're on our own

With nowhere left to go

But we've still got wild seeds to sow

We've still got time to grow



In a garden of one

In a garden of one

In a garden of one