By a yellow house
In the garden of eden
I'm on the front porch
You're on the porch swing, swinging
And I'm drifting between future
And future's past
'Cause everything's already happened
You say,
"Put your hand on the grass.
Feel how everything grows and dies.
Why don't you just tell me what's been on your mind?"
And you say,
"Hey, I don't like what you're saying, but I wanna stay"
I say, "okay, while this grass is greener why don't we lay down here for a little while"
I've traveled far to know you