I hear him in the garden, in the rustle of the trees
And if I concentrate hard enough, he blows right through me in the breeze
I stay out here for ages, just talking to the end
And I don't need to hear his voice, because I just know he's there
Saying I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving
I've got so many little tiny jobs to do, making my loved ones come to terms
He's with me in the mornings, as I bundle off to work
This thing that used to be everything, suddenly it has no worth
But he says we need tomorrows, or there'd be no memories
As these are what we need
We hold on to, to help us through the coming years
So I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving
I've got so many little tiny jobs to do, making my loved ones come to terms
I've got so many little tiny jobs to do, making my loved ones come to terms
And if I concentrate hard enough, he blows right through me in the breeze
He blows right through me in the breeze
He blows right through me in the breeze