it s getting late i m coming home i picked this rose for you i ve been away searching for oceans with time to kill you better buy a gun i ve seen them watching you the old man and his son they ve been studying your moves why won t it rain they need the water they ll die faster than you i m not in pain i ve got my flowers it s happening you better get your gun i see them watching you this pain has just begun you will see me in the news i know you will and i don t understand why i sleep all day and i start to complain when there is no rain i don t believe in miracles i don t believe in miracles but i believe in you i can t wait until i can sleep in late maybe i ll miss you then with no garden to tend i can t wait until i can sleep in late maybe i ll miss you then with no garden to tend i am your gardener i m your gardener i am your gardener i m your gardener oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no