Good Morning Dear I hope I didnt wake you too soon Because my mind is growing tired Too much thinking what I should do I picture you out there It must be beautiful this time of year All those East Coast leaves Floating round like embers from burning trees Well the weather out here is just the same But the garden that you planted remains. Now its only work Each day bleeding into the next Barely scraping by I tire myself out just so I can rest But rest it rightly comes And when it does I come out and go home Because its much too quiet Seems that Im not suited to being in love And everyone around mes changed But the garden that you planted remains. I think about you Maybe more than I should But the smog is getting old The drugs Im taking arent so good So will you talk to me Even though youve had a late night Because I need a little help Baby, tell me Ill be alright Cause everything around mes changed But the garden that you planted remains