Letra de Nathan La Franeer (2021 Remaster)
I hired a coach to take me from confusion to the plane And though we shared a common space, I know I'll never meet again The driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rearview mirror I read his name and it was plainly written, Nathan La FraneerI asked him would he hurry But we crawled the canyons slowly Through the buyers and the sellers Through the burglar bells and the wishing wellsWith gangs and girly shows The ghostly garden growsThe cars and buses bustled through the bedlam of the day I looked through window-glass at streets And Nathan grumbled at the grey I saw an aging cripple selling Superman balloons The city grated through chrome-plate The clock struck slowly half-past-noonThrough the tunnel tiled and turning Into daylight once again I am escaping Once again goodbye To symphonies and dirty treesWith parks and plastic clothes The ghostly garden growsHe asked me for a dollar more He cursed me to my face He hated everyone who paid to ride And share his common spaceI picked my bags up from the curb And stumbled to the door Another man reached out his hand Another hand reached out for moreAnd I filled it full of silver And I left the fingers counting And the sky goes on forever Without meter maids and peace paradesYou feed it all your woes The ghostly garden grows You feed it all your woes The ghostly garden grows