Under the tablenThrough the checkered cloth he hides awaynStepdaddy's drinkingnMixing up martinis and croquetnUnder the tablenImaginary seeds don't need sunnCovered in mudpiesnGrowing your creations you're the only onennAnd all we'd seenAre shoes and denim kneesnWill this flower grow in a garden of one?nnLooking out the windownThinking of the love you lostnThe garden that you left behindnOvergrown and covered in the frostnnAnd off you gonTo the great the great unknownnWill this flower grow in a garden of one?nIn a garden of one?nnYou and me we're on our ownnWith nowhere left to gonBut we've still got wild seeds to sownWe've still got time to grownnIn a garden of onenIn a garden of onenIn a garden of one