I Don't Feel At Home In The Garden by Matt McNish lyrics

I Don't Feel At Home In The Garden

Matt McNish

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Pop

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Oh God, the things that I’ve planned
My cable debut, the rock in my band

Will I be recognized while I am still alive
Or will I come and go through life?
Dead voices just like mine…
(La la la, la la la)
Dead voices join in choir
(La la la, la la la)

Oh God, I’ve grown out my hair
Playing songs on my guitar
That vanish in the air

As sure as I am singing live
Within this space and time
So will I die
So why don’t I play with this voice of mine?
(La la la, la la la)
While I am still alive?
(La la la, la la la)

I don’t feel at home in the garden
And I don’t feel at home with the guns

Oh God, the things that I’ve planned
I guess I’ll adjust, start over again

No one sings along if they
Have never heard the song
And no one plays your song unless
There’s money to be made

(La la la, la la la)
When songs of yours are played
(La la la, la la la)
I guess I better play
(La la la, la la la)
No money to be made
(La la la, la la la)

I don’t feel at home in the garden
And I don’t feel at home with the guns

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