You stand where the iron fence bends
Where the paved road finally ends
The ivy is gripping your wrist
A heavy and emerald twist
Pay the toll in the wild overgrown
Seed by seed and a heavy grey stone
Lost in the vines of a backyard retreat
Where the wild and the concrete meet
Your uniform clings to the thorn
The fabric is ragged and worn
The workshop is hiding in shade
A debt that can never be paid
Pay the toll in the wild overgrown
Seed by seed and a heavy grey stone
Lost in the vines of a backyard retreat
Where the wild and the concrete meet
The glockenspiel rings in the air
You're trapped in a botanical snare
The mint and the clover climb high
Under a pale morning sky
Pay the toll in the wild overgrown
Seed by seed and a heavy grey stone
Lost in the vines of a backyard retreat
Where the wild and the concrete meet
You reach for the coins in your hand
Sinking deep in the damp garden sand
The hinges are rusted and tight
Racing the coming of light
The clock on the wall has gone still
The wind is a shivering chill
Tangled in stems and the weed
Sowing a desperate seed
The dawn is a sliver of gold
A story that's yet to be told
You fight through the bramble and pine
Crossing a dangerous line
Pay the toll in the wild overgrown
Seed by seed and a heavy grey stone
Lost in the vines of a backyard retreat
Where the wild and the concrete meet
Just pay the fare. Keep the change.
In the green.
