Meet Me in the Garden

You still up there at the farm

Hiding out with the dogs

Chasing fleeting feelings around the yard

I’m sorry I forgot to call

I’ve been buried beneath it all

Streets are freezing, ceilings leaking

Here in Montreal

Wish you were sitting right here beside me

Reading a book that makes you laugh out loud

Wish we could wake up together in the morning

And take our coffee in the garden

I’ll be here and you’ll be there

Legs crossed in your rocking chair

The fire burns the record turns

Music fills the air

Wish I was sitting right there beside you

Wearing your old high school sweater

Wish we could wake up together in the morning

And take our coffee in the garden

In the garden

I’ll be waiting in the garden

Meet me in the garden