Gardener's Grave
I would've been there a year ago
But the snow fell down
All the trails on the ground were erased
So this place became my own
Planted a garden, I picked a spot for my grave
I called it home
They built a freeway and drove right past
They looked once, they were gone
Never looked back
I knew I could stomp my feet and clap my hands instead
The country elecctro was already dead
Writer/s: ALO / Jack Johnson