Pacing through the garden waiting for something to bloom
For the roses to bud, for someone to give them to
For all those love songs I wrote to come true
Pacing through the garden waiting for something to bloom
Waiting on an angel, one with dust on her heels
A waitress from Decatur in a motel south of Mobile
But the phone ain't speaking, the only ringing's in my ears
Waiting on an angel, one with dust on her heels
Pacing through the garden praying for the light of day
For the talent I once had but pissed all away
Baptized in hellfire, the bottle led me astray
Pacing through the garden praying for the light of day
I've had to live out these songs one too many times
Just drinking down sorrow as cheap as bad wine
They used to come so easy, now I wrestle every rhyme
I've had to live out these songs one too many times
Pacing through the garden waiting for something to bloom
Just clawing at the soil by the dead light of the moon
But it's getting late in the season, the last days of my youth
Pacing through the garden waiting for something to bloom