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(Verse 1)
I left the porch light burning
Until the bulb began to hum
I kept the pathway clear
For the guest who didn't come
I bought the tickets early
And I packed the heavy bags
But the calendar is empty now
And the spirit slowly lags.
(Chorus)
In the garden of the someday
The flowers never bloomed
Underneath a heavy sky
That was always, always doomed
I’m standing at the station
Where the whistle never cried
Just a heart full of the promises
And dreams that never arrived.
(Verse 2)
I can see the map I painted
In the colors of the dawn
But I’m staring at a landscape
Where the lines are all withdrawn
The ship is in the harbor
But the sails are made of lead
And I’m repeating all the stories
That I should have left unsaid.
(Bridge)
It’s not the falling down that hurts
Or the ending of the race
It’s the waiting for a miracle
That never shows its face
A ghostly kind of hunger
For a life I’ll never touch
Maybe I just wanted
The impossible too much.
(Chorus)
In the garden of the someday
The flowers never bloomed
Underneath a heavy sky
That was always, always doomed
I’m standing at the station
Where the whistle never cried
Just a heart full of the promises
And dreams that never arrived.
(Outro)
Fold the map...
Put the suitcases away...
The sun is finally setting...
On a quiet, empty day...
Never arrived...
No, they never arrived.