On a long road

We are just trees

Wave in the windstorm

We are slow wheels

We are potholes

And it passes

Just like lightning

And it's over

We remember nothing

Bury me in the garden

Bury me in the garden

So that I can feed you

Bury me in the garden

And night rang live beneath the skin [?]

On a long road

We are tall weeds

Misplaced and misconceived

We are windblown

I want to grow old with you

And there's too many streets and avenues from me to you

Bury me in the garden

Bury me in the garden

So that I can feed you

Bury me in the garden

(There is too many streets and avenues)

Bury me in the garden

(From me to you)

Bury me in the garden