LYRICS

THE LAST GARDEN IN THE WASTELAND

I took a stroll past the old shipyard
Where the ground is gray and the clay is hard
But right in the middle of a rusted-out Ford
Was a sight that I simply could not afford
To miss with my eyes or to pass with my feet—
A little bit of green on a dead-end street.

It wasn't a rose and it wasn't a vine
Just a stubborn old weed that decided to shine
It didn't need rain and it didn't need care
Just a little bit of hope in the heavy air
I tipped my hat and I said with a grin
"Welcome back to the world, glad you could fit in."

Oh, it’s the last little garden in the wasteland
A patch of the heaven we knew
It’s growing in grit and it’s living on sand
But it’s painting the gray into blue
You don’t need a forest to find you a dream
Or a mountain to find you a spring
Just the last little garden in the wasteland
And a heart that’s still willing to sing.

Now some folks will tell you the soil is through
That there's nothing but ash and a shadow or two
But that little leaf is a soldier in bloom
Breaking the silence and chasing the gloom
So Aradia, keep spinning the records tonight
'Cause I found a flower that's looking for light.

Yes, it’s the last little garden in the wasteland
A patch of the heaven we knew
It’s growing in grit and it’s living on sand
But it’s painting the gray into blue
You don’t need a forest to find you a dream
Or a mountain to find you a spring
Just the last little garden in the wasteland
And a heart that’s still willing to sing.