Formed from fistfulls of fertile North American soil, The Garden Clots travel collaboratively across genres, borders, beliefs, and political perspectives.
Nurses and monitors chirp through each day
While I think of you and mistakes that I made
A dad with a job, just the payer of bills
Now alone in a room with a tray full of pills
Birthdays and holidays missed and were gone
You left home too early, then so did your mom
Building your life with three kids and a spouse
While I tinkered about in an oversized house
Say that you’ll miss me
Even if it ain’t so
Say I was a good man
When it’s my turn to go
Grabbed the brass ring, and I owned it
But it’s not what I need at this moment
Say that you’ll miss me
Even if it ain’t so
Say I was a good man
When it’s my turn to go
A picture of you alone with your mother
I was at work doing something or other
So worried about what everything cost
Seeing too late the love that was lost
Say that you’ll miss me
Even if it ain’t so
Say I was a good man
When it’s my turn to go
