My Green Thumb - Michelle Malone

You hand me life to hold on to

Now I’ve got a lock without a clue

I’ve got a guitar but I haven’t got any blues

You drove your car into the rail

Hey, little star, your engine failed

You lack the luster, dull and pale

But I cannot shine for you

Talk to me — that’s what you came to do

But you just stand there without a clue

I’ve got a guitar but I have no diagnosis for you

Space invader, little quasar

Oh, how I wonder what you are

You can’t get where you’re going to

Still I cannot take you

I’ve got a spot out back where I’ve taken my shovel

I’ve got a spot out back that’s taking all of my time

I’ve got a plot out back if I should run into trouble

So don’t give me anything to hold

You keep your diary in bold

I never said I wanted to

But you just assumed…

I’ve got a garden where I — am growing patients

And my green thumb has become… has come undone

I’ve got a garden where I’m — growing impatient

Oh, my green thumb has become… has come undone

I’ve got a garden where I — am growing patients

Oh, my green thumb has become… has come undone

I’ve got a garden where I’m — growing impatient

Oh, my green thumb has become