I watch the Hedera climb
Slowly stealing back the time
Cedar hull on concrete floor
Right beside the open door
Silt and loam in every crack
Bringing all the garden back
Warmth is heavy on the skin
Let the summer evening in
Iron stairs and cedar beams
Waking up from heavy dreams
Watching from the rusted rail
Telling me a wooden tale
Scent of peat and damp organic
Rhythm steady not a panic
Peltate leaves begin to fold
Turning silver turning gold
Silt and loam in every crack
Bringing all the garden back
Warmth is heavy on the skin
Let the summer evening in
Iron stairs and cedar beams
Waking up from heavy dreams
Watching from the rusted rail
Telling me a wooden tale
Ficus roots in city clay
Holding on throughout the day
Saturated preamp heat
Humming from the crowded street
Staring at the distant shore
Something that I can't ignore
Two strangers in a grey light
Holding on with all our might
Iron stairs and cedar beams
Waking up from heavy dreams
Watching from the rusted rail
Telling me a wooden tale
Latin names for every weed
Sowing every single seed
Rowboat floating in the air
Found a peace beyond compare
Iron stairs and cedar beams
Waking up from heavy dreams
Watching from the rusted rail
Telling me a wooden tale
Cedar wood and iron rust
Turning summer gold to dust