Flowers on the bed
They wait for me to call
They've seen this trip before

In the photos of their brothers
And the photos of their sisters
They've seen this trip before

You'll see them again soon
As I lay you down
In the freshly cut grass

You'll be right down the row
A couple stones over
A couple stones over

Folger's stems don't get in the way
Folger's stems don't get in the way
Folger's stems don't get in the way

The old familiar road
Always changes in the same way
Round the first bend, you don't know

When you have reached the middle
Where the exit sign is green
You know you have seen this trip before
Folger's stems don't get in the way
Folger's stems don't get in the way
Folger's stems don't get in the way
(Folger's stems don't get in)

These aren't people they're in my head
These aren't people they're in my head
These aren't people they're in my head