It's getting late, I'm coming home I picked this rose for you I've been away searching for oceans With time to kill You better buy a gun I've seen them watching you The old man and his son They have been studying your moves Why won't it rain they need the water They'll die faster than you I'm not in pain I've got my flowers It's happening You better get your gun I see them watching you This pain has just begun You will see me in the news I know you will And I don't understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain when there is no rain I don't believe in miracles I don't believe in miracles But I believe in you I can't wait until I can sleep in late Maybe I'll miss you then with no garden to tend I can't wait until I can sleep in late Maybe I'll miss you then with no garden to tend I am your gardener? I am your gardener? I am your gardener? I am your gardener? I am your gardener? I am your gardener? I am your gardener? I am your gardener? Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no