I tore up the garden today I hope you'll pardon me Nothing was growing there anyway It was just decay
And as soon as you calm yourself down We'll talk about all our letdowns And why we believed that this ground Owed us a thing
The little we gathered, it certainly mattered To our bodies and our hearts I tried to tend it, I just couldn't mend it I think we'd lost it from the start
And all the earth that we had dug our hands into It humbled the claim we'd laid down It needed the pain we'd left out It said:
"I have learned my place now Why can't you? I belong to the patient I belong to the poor I belong to the faithless I belong to the sure I belong to the simple I belong to the free I belong to my children Those who remember me I will be found in the silent places Never found in the mind I will be found in the morning stillness To search for me is never to find"