I know I planted those seeds down too deep they'll die and never see the sun my fault for that one I was a city boy before no excuses anymore I'll try to learn and to keep us fed shed a tear for the books I shoulda read
and I'd seen all the warning signs on the TV, in the Times but I had you to hold at night and so it took me by surprise we had so many things back then I had a silver Mont Blanc pen I'd write for hours about nothing that makes any difference now
and I used to worry what clothes I had on the school recitals and the manicured lawns and I had a laundry-list of people I could count on if it all went wrong... and then the bomb
now I take precautions for my peace of mind I don't know what difference it might make to hang on any longer but I cut the tree across the drive spend the daylight hours inside trying to make the place look empty so as no-one comes around
I thought I saw them again last night those same distant headlights sweeping back and forth across the empty shells of the summer homes and if the bastards ever come promise me you'll take the kids and run I may be weak and I may be frail but I can throw them off your trail
and I used to worry what clothes I had on the school recitals and the manicured lawns and I had a laundry-list of people I could count on if it all went wrong... and then the bomb