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 have 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 am your gardener?   I am your gardener?   I am your gardener?      I am your gardener?   I am your gardener?   I am your gardener?   I am your gardener?      Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no   Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no