Garden Of Lavender

Was on a flight home from—well, it doesn't matter
 Eleven hours, a million thoughts were gathered
 And my mind kept racing to my garden of lavender
 I wanted to get to them so they wouldn't die
 When I got home, they were dry as weed
 While the vines wrapped around them B-horror film green
 I'm not sure what my lavender symbolized
 But inside my heart cried
 And my heart is drawn to the small [?] within
 That I can't help but to give my focus and attention and care
 Cause they shut off and [?] hijack my brain
 Help to tune out what [?] can cause me pain
 And I care for the animals that gather 'round my yard
 And my sister's children and I care for my garden
 I'm swarmed upon by bumblebees
 And yellow jackets and wasps and hornets that dart out and sting
 I see the big orange tabby cat
 Getting warm on the [?]
 He turns over on his back
 Looking for a belly rub
 I see the deer trap
 And the snow on the end of the path
 That leads into my backyard
 I hear the sound of my girlfriend's car
 Coming up the driveway and it fills my heart
 With joy
 Though I know it'll all end someday
 And someone else will be sleeping in my mountain house
 Wondering who lived here before
 Just like I sometimes do
 Though I've never really cared to explore
 I see the chocolate and peanut butter cat
 I look at him and he looks back
 I snap my fingers and blow him a kiss
 He rubs his head against my hand and we reminisce
 I walk downtown and see the Christmas lights
 Along the highway and how they shine
 And I'm reminded of when I was a child
 How happy I felt when I opened the box and saw a guitar inside
 Was on a flight to somewhere that I can't remember
 I feel like I lived so many lives, I can't put it all together
 Dordrecht, Holland, yeah that was it
 I had a nice dinner with a concert promoter and his Korean wife, Soo-Young Kim
 He dropped me off at an old spooky hotel
 I felt like an old man in a castle looking over at the canal
 Then I went and I played for a crowd but my heart wasn't there
 I came back to my room and I slouched in my bed
 Still stewing about my dried up lavender
 Then I fell asleep in the dark dead night
 And I dreamed of a blue jay digging up a seed
 And pass it to another's beak
 Watched him soar to another branch
 Then a possum [?] trash can
 Then I woke up one rainy morning in Dordrecht, Holland
 And I got on my flight for London, England
 Then I took a cab from Heathrow right to Westfield Mall in Shepherd's Bush
 Where I bought a raincoat, then checked into the K West Hotel
 And ate at a Polish restaurant down the street
 I played the next night at Shepherd's Bush Empire
 Neil Halstead and his band were opening, their soundcheck sounded great
 As I watched, I remembered playing with Mojave 3 in the mid-'90s
 One of the shows being at CMJ in New York
 And I remembered seeing them open for Gomez in Madrid in 1998
 I was with my girlfriend Marina but I somehow managed to sneak in an unforgettable kiss with Rachel backstage
 One of those kisses that you'll take to your grave
 Gomez knew I was there, and they played "Grace Cathedral Park" that night and I got pretty choked up listening to them
 So anyhow, I played my show at Shepherd's Bush that night and a fan heckled me asking if I really hated Nels Cline
 I explained that I didn't, that his name just rhymed with one word or the other
 After the show, I left with my agent, Ned, and his wife, and Alicia, and we talked for a bit
 And I walked back to the K West with my guitar and got into my bed, called my girlfriend and fell asleep