Waiting on Water

Give me just a little piece of your garden darling
I’d be strange
Give me just a little piece of your heart, that's the way that I can
Tell you this is how we play the game

I can always play the game with ya darlin'
Don’t you ever take me for a fool

Give me just a little piece of your garden darling
I can see the seat of your pain
Give me just a little piece of your heart, that's the way that I can
Tell you this is how we play the game

When you learn to play the harp with your heartache
You will never play for a fool

Give me just a little piece of your garden darling
I’d be strange
Give me just a little piece of your heart, that's the way that I can
Tell you this is how we play the game

Will you treat the one you love just like the
Ones you loathe?

It’s summer time
And in my mind
They’re feeling fine
There’s never guilt
Oh never this faith faded filth
Given this forced fed fake film

The picture plays on
So no one knows what’s wrong

We don’t mind, We don’t mind, We don’t mind

Take your time, Take your time, We don’t mind

So serve it up
Now settle down
They set us up
We’re servants now
It’s gonna go real damn fast
So pedal your way to the grave

(I didn’t know if you knew
It’s only a matter of time before the whole thing blows

(We don’t mind, We don’t mind, We don’t mind)

(Take your time, Take your time, We don’t mind)

(And everything washes away)

(The picture plays in so no one knows what’s wrong)

(We don’t mind, We don’t mind, We don’t mind)

(Take your time, Take your time, We don’t mind)

Pick it up, pull from the ground
Getting up, put in the ground
Give it away
Play on the noun
End on the phrase
Pray ya don’t scrap what your father once found

(And everything everything everything everything everything everything everything everything washes away.)

Your father knows
The preacher knows
The clergy knows
And everyone says where ya going
How’d you get back
I would ditch them soon

The pastor knows
The child knows
And everyone keeps callin those
Who’s real with both highs and lows
So get up off your knees when you bow

And the preachers keep talking
But are they ever listening to their god
Stoking that fire with the ambers of liars

You gotta assume

Money money money money money money
Money money keeps counting
Counting all the ways that we sell out our own
Gods

Well when all the days keep slowing down
The years keep going round
And this winter won’t stop with its rain till you frown

I just want to sleep
I just want to sleep till I don’t
I just want to sleep till I don’t