Carlo's watering the garden Warbling through the morning rounds Spellbinding fruits of the juniper and window-looking ladygowns Did he steal your future? Was she dressed in white? Did he show her colors and fields she'd never seen in life? Well, if he's an evergreen then you're a sensitive fern, my boy The family business slacks, put the pressure into your blue jeans Living from within can be a little Harder, harder, harder than it seems Oh, but did that Appalachian mountain do, really do the trick? And send you dragging the tattered ends Of your wits down into the willow-thick? Oh, when you stepped onto the interstate, it was raining And you thought of all the lives that it surely had taken All the lights trickling down the line But to risk it everyday for love, you'd be truly obliged But you're just taking a ride You love that woman, don't you now, fern-boy? She haunts your head With her longsleeves and ivory Knees shifting around the gardener's bed Did that Carlo rabbit nibble out your soul? On the belvedere his chivalry knelt Sliding both his hands beneath the garden belt Carlo found himself alone with the gardener's spade Planted between the rose of his ribcage All the life trickling down the vine A tool between trades, a green murder was sure to align And you thought soon, she'd be mine Everything would be truly divine Again