Copyright 2018 Gillian Grogan
Packing up my bags
Packing up yours
Boxing up my history for
Heading on the road
Though I fear it's a sin
Taking to the wheel
Just to mark where I've been
Pulling off the curb
Yanking up the sail
Off to find another view out there
Up where the air's real thin
And the trees are, too
I don't know if I'll make it
Up there to you
Sleeping in your gardens
Covered in your vines
Hiding in the moments
Sleeping in your gardens
Covered in your vines
Hiding in the moments
Colored by your life
Thumbing through the tides
Leafing through the book
Losing all my reason
In the years that were took
Years that were took
Oh, years vaguely planned
Years we had imagined
Oh, we'd imagined
Walking in my lane
Coloring in my lines
Folding up the laundry
Like it's turning back time
Working nine to five
Sing a happy song
Maybe I can fake it
'Till it don't feel so wrong
Sleeping in your gardens
Covered in your vines
Hiding in the moments
Sleeping in your gardens
Covered in your vines
Hiding in the moments
Colored by your life
