I hear him in the garden, in the rustle of the treesAnd if I concentrate hard enough, he blows right through me in the breezeI stay out here for ages, just talking to the airAnd I don't need to hear his voice, because I just know he's thereSaying I ain't leaving, I ain't leavingI've got so many little tiny jobs to do, making my loved ones come to termsHe's with me in the mornings, as I bundle off to workThis thing that used to be everything, suddenly it has no worthBut he says we need tomorrows, or there'd be no memoriesAs these are what we needWe hold on to, to help us through the coming yearsSo I ain't leaving, I ain't leavingI've got so many little tiny jobs to do, making my loved ones come to termsI've got so many little tiny jobs to do, making my loved ones come to termsAnd if I concentrate hard enough, he blows right through me in the breezeHe blows right through me in the breezeHe blows right through me in the breezeHe blows right through me in the breeze