Jess Klein City Garden
Been lookin’ at my city garden.
For almost twelve months now.
I been thinkin’ bout a bargain.
About tearin’ that old fence down.
The day that I moved in here.
Found a single rusted lawn chair.
And a note that said.
Go and get ‘em girl
Go and get ‘em girl
Set of keys in my hand.
For an empty room
On a small but wild plot of land
When August came there grew a billion weeds
Shot out from in the core
I pulled ‘til I fell to my knees
But those roots seemed to spread more and more
I waved the neighbors over
I said Hey look this over
Shielding their eyes, they cried
Go and get ‘em girl
Go and get ‘em girl
Turned back to their land
But my rugged green
Kept on pushing new life up to stand
I used to date a boy in Paris
Until I hit New York
And aren’t we velvet-petalled roses
‘Til we’re up against the big sharks
Rooted on this island
My thoughts they started climbing
And it grew and grew
I would leave him there
I would leave him there
But then he let me go
He let me go
He must have known
That roots this deep
Only can bring forth
One bloom to grow
Been lookin’ at my city garden.
For almost twelve months now.
I been thinkin’ bout a bargain.
About tearin’ that old fence down.
