From my good neighbor living south of the borderline
I get my share of avocado, Interstate 65
I married one to a tomato from my backyard
And ceremonial garlic salt rained from the everlasting arms
Of my good neighbors down the line at the Carey Farm
Where one day soon a child of one will be a child of all
I'm still broken about the mother I had in mind, she flew the fields
But crop circles aside
My Queen of the Cob
I loved you then and always will
I've got everything I need:
The chocolate earth and a bag of seeds
And the leakage from the good lord's waterbed
Should my vegetables go rotten from a garden gone forgotten
I will lean upon the kindness of my friends
And wash, along with the dinner plates, my helping hands

She was the hurricane dancing in the dark of my kodachrome
He took the hammer to the nail, sparked the flash, and drove her home
He was the moon that nearly pulled the blue right off the earth
Around the time the shake and the burst
Of embryonic forest neighbors
Offered a choir of crotchety angels
Ripping through the house we built
We made our love in a crochet quilt
And there in the last of the dawns we cradled
Was all I ever wanted for you: the moon
I've got everything I need:
The chocolate earth and a bag of seeds
And the leakage from the good lord's waterbed
Should my vegetables go rotten from a garden gone forgotten
I will lean upon the kindness of my friends
And wash, along with the dinner plates, my helping hands

And wash, along with the dinner plates, my helping hands