They seem to know each other very well They speak across the garden, but not a soul
could tell They can read the summer sky and they can hear
the back road swell And they seem to know each other very well
And they drive up north on Sunday afternoons And he buys her wooden windmills and wails
and quarter mows She feeds the birds all winter and she knows
them by their toes And they drive up north on Sunday afternoons
And all summer long they make the garden grow and keep the green so strong
Oh, they stand well, standing on their own And they bury their old dog in their backyard
With a fence and plastic roses and St. Francis standing guard
She speaks of him quite often, to this day she takes it hard
And they bury their old dog in their backyard
She brings me plants and flowers all the time And we dig the holes together, she has to
help with mine And when she pats the soil around him, oh
my God, her eyes can shine She brings me plants and flowers all the time
And all summer long they make the garden grow and keep the green so strong
Oh, wish them well, standing on their own And they speak about their lives is almost gone
Waiting for the sunset from an old and distant dawn
Selling off the land except the part they're living on
And they speak about their lives is almost gone
And they seem to know each other very well Speak across the garden and not a soul could tell
They can read the summer sky and they can hear the back roads swell
And they seem to know each other very well